The Christian lyre, a selection of religious and moral poetry1846 - 80 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 17 találatból.
1. oldal
... spreads her sails , The sun , a world whence other worlds drink light , The crescent moon , the diadem of night , Stars countless , each in his appointed place , Fast anchored in the deep abyss of space , - B 2 SEEING GOD IN HIS WORKS ...
... spreads her sails , The sun , a world whence other worlds drink light , The crescent moon , the diadem of night , Stars countless , each in his appointed place , Fast anchored in the deep abyss of space , - B 2 SEEING GOD IN HIS WORKS ...
15. oldal
... head ! " Desponding pilgrim , weep not so , Three mansions are before you spread- To one you must , to all may go . Each offers freely , and has room For all earth's travellers , rich and poor ; 16 SHALL WE MOURN FOR THE DEAD ? The house.
... head ! " Desponding pilgrim , weep not so , Three mansions are before you spread- To one you must , to all may go . Each offers freely , and has room For all earth's travellers , rich and poor ; 16 SHALL WE MOURN FOR THE DEAD ? The house.
18. oldal
... and believe ! O God , the Father of the soul ! O Jesus , Saviour of the world ! Spread knowledge , then , from pole to pole , Be faith's bright banner wide unfurled . A WINTER EVENING . For whatsoe'er the soul may be.
... and believe ! O God , the Father of the soul ! O Jesus , Saviour of the world ! Spread knowledge , then , from pole to pole , Be faith's bright banner wide unfurled . A WINTER EVENING . For whatsoe'er the soul may be.
22. oldal
... Spreads the world her downy pillow ; On the rock thy couch must be , While around thee chafes the billow : Thine must be a watchful sleep , Wearier than another's waking , Such a charge as thou dost keep Brooks no moment of forsaking ...
... Spreads the world her downy pillow ; On the rock thy couch must be , While around thee chafes the billow : Thine must be a watchful sleep , Wearier than another's waking , Such a charge as thou dost keep Brooks no moment of forsaking ...
36. oldal
... When conscience cries , ' Tis well within ; " Tis the joy that fills the breast When the passions sink to rest . ' Tis a joy that , seated deep , Leaves not when we sigh and weep ; THE MORNING HOUR . It spreads itself in holy deeds.
... When conscience cries , ' Tis well within ; " Tis the joy that fills the breast When the passions sink to rest . ' Tis a joy that , seated deep , Leaves not when we sigh and weep ; THE MORNING HOUR . It spreads itself in holy deeds.
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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.