Lays for the Sabbath: A Collection of Religious PoetryCrosby and Nichols, 1850 - 288 Seiten |
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... mighty ocean , heave ! 51 63 Here , in a little cave , He sung of God , the mighty source , He who delights to trace , with serious thought , How fair is the rose ! what a beautiful flower , 202 242 243 192 How shall I know thee in the ...
... mighty ocean , heave ! 51 63 Here , in a little cave , He sung of God , the mighty source , He who delights to trace , with serious thought , How fair is the rose ! what a beautiful flower , 202 242 243 192 How shall I know thee in the ...
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... mighty is the Lord of Hosts , 20 Oh ! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream , 109 O , mingle with the widow's tears , 287 O most delightful hour by man , 87 O my soul , with all thy powers , 76 On yonder shore , on yonder shore ...
... mighty is the Lord of Hosts , 20 Oh ! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream , 109 O , mingle with the widow's tears , 287 O most delightful hour by man , 87 O my soul , with all thy powers , 76 On yonder shore , on yonder shore ...
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... mighty scheme , 77 Through shades and solitudes profound , . Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord , 105 270 Time speeds away - away - away ,. 235 ' Tis but one family ! the sound is balm , 172 " ' Tis from the Lord , " the humbled ...
... mighty scheme , 77 Through shades and solitudes profound , . Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord , 105 270 Time speeds away - away - away ,. 235 ' Tis but one family ! the sound is balm , 172 " ' Tis from the Lord , " the humbled ...
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... that land of bliss ? GOD IN NATURE . On mighty is the Lord of Hosts ! He spans the spangled skies ; He speaks , and in its palaces The midnight thunder cries ! He wields the awful lightning - brand , The war 20 God in Nature, H W Rockwell.
... that land of bliss ? GOD IN NATURE . On mighty is the Lord of Hosts ! He spans the spangled skies ; He speaks , and in its palaces The midnight thunder cries ! He wields the awful lightning - brand , The war 20 God in Nature, H W Rockwell.
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... mighty is the Lord of Hosts ! Of all earth's kings , the King ! Behold ! he shakes the mountain pine , And plumes the whirlwinds wing ! And from his throne of majesty , Upon the bended sky , Around the universe he casts His all ...
... mighty is the Lord of Hosts ! Of all earth's kings , the King ! Behold ! he shakes the mountain pine , And plumes the whirlwinds wing ! And from his throne of majesty , Upon the bended sky , Around the universe he casts His all ...
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amaranthine beams beauty beneath bids bird bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright brow child CHRISTOPHER SMART clouds cold dark death divine dust earth earthly eternal fade fair faith fear feel fire flowers gloom glorious glory glow golden grace grave grief harp hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope hopes and fears hour HYMN Israel light lonely Lord lyre mercy mighty morn mortal mother's mourn night o'er pale peace praise prayer rest rill rise roll rose round Sabbath Sabian sacred Savior scene seraph sere shade shine sigh silent silver air skies sleep smile song soothe sorrow soul sphere spirit spring Star of Bethlehem stars storm stream sunny brow sweet tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tomb tongue tread unforgiven vale voice wakes wandering wandering fires wave weep wind wings youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 186 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Seite 267 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing.
Seite 87 - Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best • His state Is kingly. Thousands at His bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest : They also serve who only stand and wait.
Seite 138 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew: Nor yet for the ravage of Winter I mourn ; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save. But when shall Spring visit the mouldering urn? O, when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?
Seite 265 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Seite 171 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...
Seite 262 - In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Seite 265 - These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee.
Seite 203 - But present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light! 101 Our harps we left by Babel's...
Seite 36 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set -but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...