Lays for the Sabbath: A Collection of Religious PoetryCrosby and Nichols, 1850 - 288 Seiten |
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... sing a mortal's praise , 37 King of the world ! I worship thee , 255 Knell of departed years , . 84 Leaves have their time to fall , 35 Let deepest silence all around , 222 Look on him - through his dungeon grate , 27 Lord , who art ...
... sing a mortal's praise , 37 King of the world ! I worship thee , 255 Knell of departed years , . 84 Leaves have their time to fall , 35 Let deepest silence all around , 222 Look on him - through his dungeon grate , 27 Lord , who art ...
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... sing Thy wondrous love ? Death could not with his threaten'd sting Thy purpose move : Conqueror of death , and pledge of life to rise , Joy of the earth , and heir of subject skies . Shepherd ! with joy we hear thy call That leads 2 THE ...
... sing Thy wondrous love ? Death could not with his threaten'd sting Thy purpose move : Conqueror of death , and pledge of life to rise , Joy of the earth , and heir of subject skies . Shepherd ! with joy we hear thy call That leads 2 THE ...
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... sing All that we were but are no more ! Our hearts are still by Jordan's stream , And there our footsteps fain would be ; But oh , ' t is like the captive's dream Of home his eyes may never see . A cloud is on our fathers ' graves , And ...
... sing All that we were but are no more ! Our hearts are still by Jordan's stream , And there our footsteps fain would be ; But oh , ' t is like the captive's dream Of home his eyes may never see . A cloud is on our fathers ' graves , And ...
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... sing the lay You taught to me . Oh ! at the time of prayer , When you look round and see a vacant seat , You will not wait then for my coming feet- You'll miss me there . " Father , I'm going home , To that great home you spoke of ...
... sing the lay You taught to me . Oh ! at the time of prayer , When you look round and see a vacant seat , You will not wait then for my coming feet- You'll miss me there . " Father , I'm going home , To that great home you spoke of ...
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... sing the tune You sang last night ; I'm weary , and must sleep- Who was it called my name ? Nay , do not weep , You'll all come soon ! " Morning spread over earth her rosy wings , And that meek sufferer , cold and ivory pale , Lay on ...
... sing the tune You sang last night ; I'm weary , and must sleep- Who was it called my name ? Nay , do not weep , You'll all come soon ! " Morning spread over earth her rosy wings , And that meek sufferer , cold and ivory pale , Lay on ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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...