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... Bright be the skies that cover thee ,. 236 Build'st thou on Wealth ? -its wings are ever spread , 241 But who shall see the glorious day , 139 Child of the dust , I heard thee mourn , 93 Come , Disappointment , come ! 82 Creature of air ...
... Bright be the skies that cover thee ,. 236 Build'st thou on Wealth ? -its wings are ever spread , 241 But who shall see the glorious day , 139 Child of the dust , I heard thee mourn , 93 Come , Disappointment , come ! 82 Creature of air ...
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... bright in their master's light , And each in his glory laves . Oh ! they are lovely , lovely then , When the heaven around them glows ; Now touched with a purple and amber stain , And now with the hue of the rose . The clouds ! the ...
... bright in their master's light , And each in his glory laves . Oh ! they are lovely , lovely then , When the heaven around them glows ; Now touched with a purple and amber stain , And now with the hue of the rose . The clouds ! the ...
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... bright summer , always bland , And tortures do not come . From faintness and from pain , From troubles , fears , you say I shall be free- That sickness does not enter there , and we Shall meet again . " Brother , the little spot I used ...
... bright summer , always bland , And tortures do not come . From faintness and from pain , From troubles , fears , you say I shall be free- That sickness does not enter there , and we Shall meet again . " Brother , the little spot I used ...
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... -Jehovah is his name . Him through all nature I explore , Him in his creatures I adore , Around , beneath , above ; But clearest in the human mind , His bright resemblance when I find , Grandeur with purity 37 Montgomery Wisdom,
... -Jehovah is his name . Him through all nature I explore , Him in his creatures I adore , Around , beneath , above ; But clearest in the human mind , His bright resemblance when I find , Grandeur with purity 37 Montgomery Wisdom,
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A Collection of Religious Poetry. His bright resemblance when I find , Grandeur with purity combined , I most admire and love . Oh ! there was ONE , -on earth awhile He dwelt ; but , transient as a smile That turns into a tear , His ...
A Collection of Religious Poetry. His bright resemblance when I find , Grandeur with purity combined , I most admire and love . Oh ! there was ONE , -on earth awhile He dwelt ; but , transient as a smile That turns into a tear , His ...
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amaranthine angels beams beauty beneath bids bless bless'd blessed band bliss bloom bosom bowers breast breath bright brow burst of joy calm clouds coral strand dark death divine dust earth earthly eternal fade fair Father fear feel fire flower friends gloom glorious glorious burden glory glow grace grave grief harp hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour HYMN Israel life's light lonely Lord lyre mercy morning mortal mother mourn murderous ball ne'er never night o'er pale peace Polish sabres praise prayer rest rill rise roll rose round Sabbath Savior scene shade shine sigh silent skies sleep smile smiling bands song soothe sorrow soul sound spheres spirit spring star Star of Bethlehem storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought throne thundering bands tomb tread vale voice wakes wandering wave weep winds wings youth
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Page 87 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Page 191 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, ' Sister Spirit, come away ! ' What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be Death...
Page 113 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will...
Page 276 - 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.
Page 138 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew...
Page 36 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set, but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Page 133 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 207 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Page 99 - 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.
Page 274 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.