The Christian lyre, a selection of religious and moral poetry1846 - 80 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 14 találatból.
21. oldal
... sacred violence assaults the soul ; There nothing but compulsion is forborn . Can love allure us , or can terror awe ? He weeps ! -the falling drop puts out the sun ; He sighs ! the sigh earth's deep foundation shakes . JESUS , my ...
... sacred violence assaults the soul ; There nothing but compulsion is forborn . Can love allure us , or can terror awe ? He weeps ! -the falling drop puts out the sun ; He sighs ! the sigh earth's deep foundation shakes . JESUS , my ...
38. oldal
... sacred minstrelsy Call me from earthly cares away . And dear to me the winged hour Spent in thy hallowed courts , O Lord , To feel devotion's soothing power , And catch the manna of thy word . And dear to me the loud Amen Which echoes ...
... sacred minstrelsy Call me from earthly cares away . And dear to me the winged hour Spent in thy hallowed courts , O Lord , To feel devotion's soothing power , And catch the manna of thy word . And dear to me the loud Amen Which echoes ...
40. oldal
... sacred truth , whose heart is wedded so , He followeth and loveth her through weal and woe . Who grieveth not another , For hope of lawless gain , But doth the cause maintain Of each oppressed brother . His friends are thine ; thy ...
... sacred truth , whose heart is wedded so , He followeth and loveth her through weal and woe . Who grieveth not another , For hope of lawless gain , But doth the cause maintain Of each oppressed brother . His friends are thine ; thy ...
43. oldal
... sacred citadel Where the Father loves to dwell . Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour Praises to the Eternal pour ? Thus thy soul may learn to be Temple , hymn , and harmony . BOWRING . " WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR ? " THY neighbour ? it is he whom ...
... sacred citadel Where the Father loves to dwell . Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour Praises to the Eternal pour ? Thus thy soul may learn to be Temple , hymn , and harmony . BOWRING . " WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR ? " THY neighbour ? it is he whom ...
45. oldal
... what it became them much to feel , And , wanting him to loose the sacred seal , Found him as prompt as their desires were true , To spread the new - born glories to their view . COWPER . 46 THE CROSS OF CHRIST . THE CROSS OF CHRIST.
... what it became them much to feel , And , wanting him to loose the sacred seal , Found him as prompt as their desires were true , To spread the new - born glories to their view . COWPER . 46 THE CROSS OF CHRIST . THE CROSS OF CHRIST.
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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.