Hymns of the Ages: third seriesTicknor and Fields, 1865 - 331 Seiten |
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... heaps of gold , All dreamers toss and figh . When the pain is soreft , the child is born , And the day is darkest before the morn Of the day of the Lord at hand . Gather you , gather you , angels of God ; In Time of War . 3.
... heaps of gold , All dreamers toss and figh . When the pain is soreft , the child is born , And the day is darkest before the morn Of the day of the Lord at hand . Gather you , gather you , angels of God ; In Time of War . 3.
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... pain Be Liberty's eternal gain , Thy will be done ! Strike , Thou the Mafter , we Thy keys , The anthem of the deftinies ! The minor of Thy loftier ftrain , Our hearts fhall breathe the old refrain , Thy will be done ! J. G. Whittier ...
... pain Be Liberty's eternal gain , Thy will be done ! Strike , Thou the Mafter , we Thy keys , The anthem of the deftinies ! The minor of Thy loftier ftrain , Our hearts fhall breathe the old refrain , Thy will be done ! J. G. Whittier ...
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... painful fteps and flow ; Look now ! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing : O , reft befide the weary road , And hear the angels fing ! For lo ! the days are haftening on , By prophet bards foretold , When with the ever ...
... painful fteps and flow ; Look now ! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing : O , reft befide the weary road , And hear the angels fing ! For lo ! the days are haftening on , By prophet bards foretold , When with the ever ...
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... The weakness of thy flesh and heart ; Thy human nature is the same As that in which he took a part . He knows its weakness , for he felt The crushing power of pain and woe , How body , soul , and spirit melt , And Affliction . 43.
... The weakness of thy flesh and heart ; Thy human nature is the same As that in which he took a part . He knows its weakness , for he felt The crushing power of pain and woe , How body , soul , and spirit melt , And Affliction . 43.
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... pain , and ftrife ! Think how the Son of God These thorny paths hath trod ; Think how he longed to go , Yet tarried out for thee the appointed woe : Think of his weariness in places dim , When no man comforted nor cared for him ! Think ...
... pain , and ftrife ! Think how the Son of God These thorny paths hath trod ; Think how he longed to go , Yet tarried out for thee the appointed woe : Think of his weariness in places dim , When no man comforted nor cared for him ! Think ...
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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 fhed fhine fhore 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 Hufh HYMN Isaac Watts Jesus Joseph Addison laft life's light live Lord Madame Guyon mercy Miss A. A. morning muft muſt night o'er paft pain peace Philip Doddridge praise pray prayer reft reſt Robert Herrick Saviour ſhall ſhine Sir Robert Grant ſky smile song sorrow soul spirit ſtand ſtay ſtill suffering sweet tears Thee Thine Thou art thought throne Thy love truft truth voice 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 291 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer 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 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.
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 171 - Other refuge have I none ; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee ; Leave, ah, leave me not alone ; Still support and comfort me.