The Bee: A Collection of Poems, Chiefly Designed for the YoungJoseph Blundell, 187, Great Britain-Street, 1828 - 180 oldal |
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10. oldal
... tears he'll wipe away . For all who early seek his face Shall surely taste his love , Jesus shall guide them by his grace To dwell with him above . HELPLESSNESS OF INFANCY . SAFE sleeping on its mother's breast 10 An Infant's Prayer.
... tears he'll wipe away . For all who early seek his face Shall surely taste his love , Jesus shall guide them by his grace To dwell with him above . HELPLESSNESS OF INFANCY . SAFE sleeping on its mother's breast 10 An Infant's Prayer.
11. oldal
... tears : Hush , hush , my little baby dear , There's nobody to hurt you here . Without the mother's tender care The little thing must die ; Its infant hands too feeble are One service to apply , - And not a little does it know What kind ...
... tears : Hush , hush , my little baby dear , There's nobody to hurt you here . Without the mother's tender care The little thing must die ; Its infant hands too feeble are One service to apply , - And not a little does it know What kind ...
13. oldal
... tears of heav'nly joy Upon their face are seen : Sweet , silent tears ! without alloy , That flow where God has been . And not unheeded do they flow , The children's contrite sigh And humble tears , the Lord doth know , - & 3 13.
... tears of heav'nly joy Upon their face are seen : Sweet , silent tears ! without alloy , That flow where God has been . And not unheeded do they flow , The children's contrite sigh And humble tears , the Lord doth know , - & 3 13.
14. oldal
A Collection of Poems, Chiefly Designed for the Young. And humble tears , the Lord doth know , - He hears their plaintive cry , Father of all ! he soothes their woe , And is for ever nigh . EARLY TRUST IN GOD . Now that my journey's just ...
A Collection of Poems, Chiefly Designed for the Young. And humble tears , the Lord doth know , - He hears their plaintive cry , Father of all ! he soothes their woe , And is for ever nigh . EARLY TRUST IN GOD . Now that my journey's just ...
17. oldal
... tear , But triumph and rejoice . " O do not ever weep for me , " The happy soul would say ; " Nor grieve , dear child , that I am free From that poor sleeping clay . " Mourn not because my feeble breath Was stopp'd as soon as giv'n ...
... tear , But triumph and rejoice . " O do not ever weep for me , " The happy soul would say ; " Nor grieve , dear child , that I am free From that poor sleeping clay . " Mourn not because my feeble breath Was stopp'd as soon as giv'n ...
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betimes bless'd blessings blest bloom bread breast breath bright burst of joy child Christ creature darkness dear death delight divine dwell earth eternal ev'ry everlasting fair faith fear flow'rs forgive Gittite give glory GOLDEN MEAN grace grief happy hast hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope humble immortal Jesus land lawless range light little maid live Lord will provide morning mortal Mother mourn ne'er Negro Boy never night o'er pain path peace perfect law pleasant spring pleasure poor porringer pow'r pray prayer pride reign reign o'er rest rich rise Saviour shine sight sing sinners sins skies sleep smiling soul spirit spread star star of Bethlehem sweet Teach tears thee thine thou art thought throne thy love Thy mercy thy praise truth Twas Twill vex'd voice vows to thee wakes the dead wings wisdom word youth
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83. oldal - Though in the paths of death I tread. With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord ! art with me still; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
94. oldal - If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way!
55. oldal - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
153. oldal - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
154. oldal - Mercies, O my God, My rising Soul surveys; Transported with the View, I'm lost In Wonder, Love, and Praise. W! O how shall Words with equal Warmth The Gratitude declare That glows within my Ravish'd Heart ! But thou canst read it there. Thy Providence my Life sustain'd And all my Wants redrest, When in the silent Womb I lay, And hung upon the Breast.
115. oldal - And darkness and doubt are now flying away, No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn : So breaks on the traveller, faint and astray, The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. See truth, love, and mercy, in triumph descending, And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom ! On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb ! EARLY PIETY.
174. oldal - The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
41. oldal - Tis the voice of the sluggard ; I heard him complain, " You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed, Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head. "A little more sleep, and a little more slumber...
67. oldal - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite 'day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
144. oldal - For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave, I knew thou wert not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.