Christian lyrics: chiefly selected from modern authors [by L. Massey].Hamilton, Adams, and Company, 1861 - 180 Seiten |
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... He giveth His beloved , sleep ? " What would we give to our beloved ? The hero's heart , to be unmoved , The poet's star - tuned harp , to sweep , The patriot's voice , to teach and rouse , The monarch's crown , to light the brows ? " He ...
... He giveth His beloved , sleep ? " What would we give to our beloved ? The hero's heart , to be unmoved , The poet's star - tuned harp , to sweep , The patriot's voice , to teach and rouse , The monarch's crown , to light the brows ? " He ...
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... giveth His beloved , sleep . " 66 ' Sleep soft , beloved ! " we sometimes say , But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep : But never doleful dream again Shall break the happy slumber , when " He giveth ...
... giveth His beloved , sleep . " 66 ' Sleep soft , beloved ! " we sometimes say , But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep : But never doleful dream again Shall break the happy slumber , when " He giveth ...
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Christian lyrics Lucy Massey. For me , my heart that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show , That sees through tears the jugglers leap- Would now its wearied vision close , Would childlike on His love repose " Who giveth His beloved ...
Christian lyrics Lucy Massey. For me , my heart that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show , That sees through tears the jugglers leap- Would now its wearied vision close , Would childlike on His love repose " Who giveth His beloved ...
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Christian Lyrics: Chiefly Selected from Modern Authors Lucy Fletcher Massey Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2008 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abide angels bear beneath blessed blest bliss breast breath bright brooklet calm Christ cling to Thee clouds darkness dear death deep divine doth not leave dwell E'en earth earthly eternal evermore eyes faint fair city faith Father Father divine fear feel flowers gaze glad gleam glorious glory God's grace grief H. F. Lyte Hallelujah hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour Hymn Lamb of God land Learn to labour life's live Look to Jesus Lord lowly morning Nearer to Thee night o'er pain peace pray prayer quiet rapture rest roadside station Rock of Ages round Saviour shadows fall shine sight silence sing sins skies sleep smile Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit star strength strong to save sunshine sweet tears Thine things Thou hast thought throne Thy light Thy love to-day voice weary wings word worthless child
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 125 - Thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee! Nearer to Thee!
Seite 145 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Seite 91 - Here in the body pent, Absent from him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Seite 30 - Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; Change and decay in all around I see : 0 Thou that changest not, abide with me ! Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word, But, as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, LORD, Familiar, condescending, patient, free, Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me...
Seite 76 - It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth, To touch their harps of gold : "Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, From heaven's all-gracious King!
Seite 77 - And ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way, With painful steps and slow, — Look now, for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing : O rest beside the weary road And hear the angels sing!
Seite 64 - THY way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be ! Lead me by Thine own hand, Choose out the path for me. Smooth let it be, or rough, It will be still the best ; Winding or straight, it leads Right onward to Thy rest.
Seite 32 - And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who from zone to zone Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my Steps aright.
Seite 186 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Seite 30 - I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless ; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory ? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.