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... toiled , and how I suffered , Bore each sin and grief of thine ; Toiled to win a rest for thee , Died to give thee endless life ; Yet thou faintest , yet thou fearest , When I call thee to the strife . There's a place within My temple ...
... toiled , and how I suffered , Bore each sin and grief of thine ; Toiled to win a rest for thee , Died to give thee endless life ; Yet thou faintest , yet thou fearest , When I call thee to the strife . There's a place within My temple ...
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... toil ; Take breath , and from each weary limb Shake off the soil . Finish thy work , then sit thee down On some celestial hill , And of its strength - reviving air Take thou thy fill . Finish thy work , then go in peace , Life's battle ...
... toil ; Take breath , and from each weary limb Shake off the soil . Finish thy work , then sit thee down On some celestial hill , And of its strength - reviving air Take thou thy fill . Finish thy work , then go in peace , Life's battle ...
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... toil is pleasant , the reward is sure , Blessed are those who to the end endure ; How full their joy , how deep their rest shall be , O Lord , with Thee ! BORTHWICK . FAITH . His promises surpass my thought , But faithful is my Lord ...
... toil is pleasant , the reward is sure , Blessed are those who to the end endure ; How full their joy , how deep their rest shall be , O Lord , with Thee ! BORTHWICK . FAITH . His promises surpass my thought , But faithful is my Lord ...
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... toil a longer space , Fre that their labour's done ; And run a longer race , Ere sinks their setting sun . ' Tis but of little worth How short , how long , our stay Amidst the things of earth , Whose impress is decay ; - So that the ...
... toil a longer space , Fre that their labour's done ; And run a longer race , Ere sinks their setting sun . ' Tis but of little worth How short , how long , our stay Amidst the things of earth , Whose impress is decay ; - So that the ...
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... toiling , All my burdens lay I down for aye . Ended the jarring , Past all the warring , Quit I gladly life's rude war - array , Victory crying , Enemies flying , Thus my armour put I off for aye . Pain yet assails me , Strength ...
... toiling , All my burdens lay I down for aye . Ended the jarring , Past all the warring , Quit I gladly life's rude war - array , Victory crying , Enemies flying , Thus my armour put I off for aye . Pain yet assails me , Strength ...
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Absalom BATTLE OF SADOWA beneath bless blest BONAR Border Land breast breath bright brother brow calm clouds crown dark dear death deep doth dreams dwell earth earthly EMMA MOODY eternal faith Father fear feet flowers FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL gaze gloom glorious glory grace grave grief hand hast hath hear heaven there's rest heavenly holy hope hour Jesus of Nazareth life's light live lonely look Lord Master's voice mortal Nazareth passeth never night o'er pain pass path PAUL GERHARDT peace praise pray prayer rapture red planet Mars Rock of Ages round sainted band Saviour shadow shalt shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul Speak gently spirit star strength strife sweet Talitha Cumi tears Thine things thou art thought throne thy heart Thy love toil Twas unto voice wait watch weary weep words
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Seite 185 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Seite 35 - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Seite 63 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Seite 60 - Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.
Seite 35 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.
Seite 231 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, • Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; — So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore " Where tempests never beat
Seite 231 - Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed ; All this, and, more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks That humour interposed too often makes...
Seite 33 - In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Seite 231 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learnt at last submission to my lot; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.
Seite 186 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile...