The Christian lyre, a selection of religious and moral poetry1846 - 80 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 18 találatból.
5. oldal
... feel . Of good and pious works thou art the seed , Unless thou show to us thine own true way , No man can find it . Father ! thou must lead . Do thou , then , breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred ...
... feel . Of good and pious works thou art the seed , Unless thou show to us thine own true way , No man can find it . Father ! thou must lead . Do thou , then , breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred ...
24. oldal
... feel thy worth , And let no idol dare , No vanity of earth With thee , my Lord , compare ! Now bid all worldly joys depart , And reign supremely in my heart . JANE TAYLOR . THE SIMPLICITY OF THE GOSPEL . Oн , how unlike the complex ...
... feel thy worth , And let no idol dare , No vanity of earth With thee , my Lord , compare ! Now bid all worldly joys depart , And reign supremely in my heart . JANE TAYLOR . THE SIMPLICITY OF THE GOSPEL . Oн , how unlike the complex ...
25. oldal
... , Eternal Lord , is full of thee ! I feel thee in the gloom of night , I see thee in the morning light . When care distracts my anxious soul , Thy grace can every thought control ; 26 CREATION . Thy word can still the troubled heart.
... , Eternal Lord , is full of thee ! I feel thee in the gloom of night , I see thee in the morning light . When care distracts my anxious soul , Thy grace can every thought control ; 26 CREATION . Thy word can still the troubled heart.
38. oldal
... feel devotion's soothing power , And catch the manna of thy word . And dear to me the loud Amen Which echoes through the blest abode , Which swells , and sinks , and swells again , Dies on the walls , but lives to God . Go , man of ...
... feel devotion's soothing power , And catch the manna of thy word . And dear to me the loud Amen Which echoes through the blest abode , Which swells , and sinks , and swells again , Dies on the walls , but lives to God . Go , man of ...
45. oldal
... feel all he deigned to say , Did they not burn within us by the way ? — Now , theirs was converse such as it behoves Man to maintain , and such as God approves : Their views indeed were indistinct and dim , But yet successful , being ...
... feel all he deigned to say , Did they not burn within us by the way ? — Now , theirs was converse such as it behoves Man to maintain , and such as God approves : Their views indeed were indistinct and dim , But yet successful , being ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
beam beauty bids BISHOP KEN blessed blest bliss bloom breast breath bright BRIGHT morning star brighter brow calm CHRIST CHRISTIAN clouds COWPER crown dark death deep divine dust to dust dwell dying earthly EDMESTON eternal faith fear frail friends gloom glorious glory glow grace grave hallowed ground hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hopes and fears hour humble HYMN immortal Israel's sons JANE TAYLOR Jesus life's light LIMPET live lone Lord mercy mighty to save morn mortal never night o'er pale Pale flowers peace pilgrim pleasure POOL OF BETHESDA praise prayer REDEEMER reign rest rise rock SABBATH sacred Saviour scene shalt shine sigh silent sing sink skies sleep smile sorrow spirit spring star storm sweet teach tears thee thine Thou art thought throne thy hope thy soul toil tomb truth voice WALDENSES wave weep wing winter's
Népszerű szakaszok
60. oldal - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
48. oldal - 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.
99. oldal - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
94. oldal - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
64. oldal - To mark the matchless workings of the power, That shuts within its seed the future flower, Bids these in elegance of form excel, In colour these, and those delight the smell, Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies, To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes...
27. oldal - O how unlike the complex works of man, Heaven's easy, artless, unencumbered plan ! No meretricious graces to beguile, No clustering ornaments to clog the pile ; From ostentation as from weakness free, It stands like the cerulean arch we see, Majestic in its own simplicity.
16. oldal - the Deep Voice cried, " So long enjoyed, so oft misused — Alternate, in thy fickle pride, Desired, neglected, and accused? " Before my breath, like blazing flax, Man and his marvels pass away ; And changing empires wane and wax, Are founded, flourish, and decay. " Redeem mine hours — the space is brief — While in my glass the sand-grains shiver, And measureless thy joy or grief, When TIME and thou shall part for ever...
47. oldal - The night, they said, is near, We must not now be parted, sojourn here " — The new acquaintance soon became a guest, And, made so welcome at their simple feast, He...
15. oldal - All that of good and fair Has gone into thy womb from earliest time, Shall then come forth to wear The glory and the beauty of its prime.
61. oldal - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond the reign of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath, Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward and expire.