Hymns of the AgesJ.R. Osgood, 1877 |
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... , traced on the walls of prisons , sung with hushed voices in catacombs , or joyfully chanted on the battle - march , or fear- lessly at the stake . The poet Robert Southwell , when in prison awaiting martyrdom vi Preface .
... , traced on the walls of prisons , sung with hushed voices in catacombs , or joyfully chanted on the battle - march , or fear- lessly at the stake . The poet Robert Southwell , when in prison awaiting martyrdom vi Preface .
20. oldal
... Fear oftentimes reftraineth words , But makes not thoughts to cease ; And he speaks best , that hath the skill When for to hold his peace . Our wealth leaves us at death , Our kinsmen at the grave , But virtues of the mind unto The ...
... Fear oftentimes reftraineth words , But makes not thoughts to cease ; And he speaks best , that hath the skill When for to hold his peace . Our wealth leaves us at death , Our kinsmen at the grave , But virtues of the mind unto The ...
23. oldal
... fears , My luft , my lofty pride , My fleshly joys , my needless cares , Muft quite be laid aside . Yea , that self - love which yet I wear More near me than my fkin , Muft off be pluck'd ere I fhall dare My laft long fleep begin . Of ...
... fears , My luft , my lofty pride , My fleshly joys , my needless cares , Muft quite be laid aside . Yea , that self - love which yet I wear More near me than my fkin , Muft off be pluck'd ere I fhall dare My laft long fleep begin . Of ...
44. oldal
... fears Weaves up the woof of many years ! And well thy labour fhall have sped If well thou weav'ft the daily thread . Up , Christian , up , thy cares refign ! The paft , the future , are not thine ! Show forth to - day the Saviour's ...
... fears Weaves up the woof of many years ! And well thy labour fhall have sped If well thou weav'ft the daily thread . Up , Christian , up , thy cares refign ! The paft , the future , are not thine ! Show forth to - day the Saviour's ...
76. oldal
... fear or hate , Than to be mean and poor : Yet such a portion I have got , That I am needy made ; Yea , this is fallen to my lot , And yet I am not sad . For earth and all that therein is , The Lord's poffeffions be ; Both He is mine and ...
... fear or hate , Than to be mean and poor : Yet such a portion I have got , That I am needy made ; Yea , this is fallen to my lot , And yet I am not sad . For earth and all that therein is , The Lord's poffeffions be ; Both He is mine and ...
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
Hymns of the Ages: Being Selections from Lyra Catholica, Germanica ..., 2. kötet Caroline Snowden Guild Nincs elérhető előnézet - 1861 |
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angels aſk befide beft beſt bleffed bleft breaſt breath bright calm Chrift clouds croſs darkneſs death divine doft doth dwell earth earthly eternal evermore eyes faith Father fear fhade fhall be soon fhining fhore fhould filent fing fleep forever Francis Quarles ftand ftars ftill ftorm ftreams ftrength ftrong George Wither glory God's grace grief hath heart heaven heavenly Henry Vaughan holy hope hour HYMN Jesus Jesus of Nazareth laft laſt life's light little longer live Lord Madame Guyon moft muft muſt myſterious never night nought o'er paffing pain paſs paſt Paul Gerhardt peace praise prayer reft reſt Robert Southwell Saviour ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhine ſkies ſky smile sorrow soul spirit ſtand ſtar ſtay ſtill sweet tears thee thine THOMAS ELLWOOD Thomas Flatman Thou art Thou wilt thought throne toil truft truſt unto voice weary wings wiſh
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164. oldal - What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me. I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless: Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
59. oldal - Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
171. oldal - Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near...
33. oldal - How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us, that succour want ? How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant Against foul fiends, to aid us militant? They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us plant, And all for love and nothing for reward, O why should heavenly God to men have such regard *." This agrees with what is recorded of St.
226. oldal - To me remains nor place nor time ; My country is in every clime ; I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there.
162. oldal - Our emptiness and woe ; And lead us in those paths of life Where all the righteous go. 3 Come as the fire ! and purge our hearts Like sacrificial flame ; Let our whole soul an offering be To our Redeemer's name. 4 Come as the dew ! and sweetly blesa This consecrated hour ; May barrenness rejoice to own Thy fertilizing power.
102. oldal - Whate'er my God ordains is right. He never will deceive ; He leads me by the proper path. And so to Him I cleave, And take content What He hath sent ; His hand can turn my griefs away, And patiently I wait His day.
163. oldal - ABIDE with me ! fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide : When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me ! 2.
21. oldal - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
300. oldal - The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.