Hymns of the Ages: third seriesTicknor and Fields, 1865 - 331 Seiten |
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... fing to Thee , Hallelujah ! 1483-1501 . CHRISTMAS . T came upon the midnight clear , I came glorious song of old , From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold , - " Peace to the earth , good - will to men , From ...
... fing to Thee , Hallelujah ! 1483-1501 . CHRISTMAS . T came upon the midnight clear , I came glorious song of old , From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold , - " Peace to the earth , good - will to men , From ...
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... fing ! And ye , beneath life's crushing load , Whose forms are bending low , Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and flow ; Look now ! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing : O , reft befide the weary road ...
... fing ! And ye , beneath life's crushing load , Whose forms are bending low , Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and flow ; Look now ! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing : O , reft befide the weary road ...
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... No sorrowing tint of leaf or spray Says he is dead . No pause or hush of merry birds That fing above Tells us how coldly fleeps below The form we love . Where haft thou been this year , beloved ? What Affliction . 39.
... No sorrowing tint of leaf or spray Says he is dead . No pause or hush of merry birds That fing above Tells us how coldly fleeps below The form we love . Where haft thou been this year , beloved ? What Affliction . 39.
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... fing upon a happier fhore , " Thy will be done ! " Charlotte Elliott . JUDGE NOT . UDGE not ; the workings of his brain And of his heart thou canst not see ; What looks to thy dim eyes a stain In God's pure light may only be A scar ...
... fing upon a happier fhore , " Thy will be done ! " Charlotte Elliott . JUDGE NOT . UDGE not ; the workings of his brain And of his heart thou canst not see ; What looks to thy dim eyes a stain In God's pure light may only be A scar ...
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... fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind , That I may have the power to fing to Thee , And sound Thy praises everlastingly ! Michel Angelo . Transl . by Wordsworth . 1474-1564 . 6 PRAYER . L ORD , teach us how to pray Prayer . 81.
... fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind , That I may have the power to fing to Thee , And sound Thy praises everlastingly ! Michel Angelo . Transl . by Wordsworth . 1474-1564 . 6 PRAYER . L ORD , teach us how to pray Prayer . 81.
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Hymns of the Ages: Second Series (1862) Caroline Snowden Guild,Anne E. Guild Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2009 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
angels aſk befide bleffed bleft bless bliss breaſt breath bright caft calm Charlotte Elliott cheer Chrift clouds comfort dark dear death divine doft doth earth eternal everlaſting eyes faith Father fear fhade fhadow fhall fhine fhould fighs fight filent fing fkies fleep flow flowers Frederick Faber ftars ftill ftorms ftream ftrength ftrife ftrong George Wither glory God's grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour huſh HYMN Isaac Watts Jesus Joseph Addison laft laſt life's light live Lord Madame Guyon mercy Miss A. A. morning muft muſt night o'er pain paſt peace Philip Doddridge praise pray prayer reft reign reſt sacred Saviour ſhall ſhine ſkies ſky smile song sorrow soul spirit ſtand ſtar ſtay ſtill suffering sweet tears Thee Thine things Thou art thought throne Thy love truft truth voice wandering weary William Cowper wilt wings word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 239 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.
Seite 112 - Only, O Lord, in thy dear love fit us for perfect rest above; and help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray.
Seite 29 - Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world: Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on heavenly wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing.
Seite 173 - I was a wandering sheep, I would not be controlled; But now I love my Shepherd's voice, I love, I love the fold. I was a wayward child, I once preferred to roam; But now I love my Father's voice, I love, I love His home.
Seite 262 - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do, — Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
Seite 262 - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who not in vain Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.
Seite 292 - Ah ! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above...
Seite 211 - HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nobler speech than angels use, If love be absent, I am found Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 2 Were I inspired to preach and tell All that is done in heaven and hell ; Or could my faith the world remove, Still I am nothing without love.
Seite 170 - Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Seite 111 - Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, As more of Heaven in each we see ; Some softening gleam of love and prayer Shall dawn on every cross and care.