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... sound , How sweet , upon this sacred day , 122 166 180 How sweet and solemn , all alone , How wither'd , faded , seems the form , Humility , " said Lena , as she drew , " " I am monarch of all I survey , I dream'd : -I saw a rosy child ...
... sound , How sweet , upon this sacred day , 122 166 180 How sweet and solemn , all alone , How wither'd , faded , seems the form , Humility , " said Lena , as she drew , " " I am monarch of all I survey , I dream'd : -I saw a rosy child ...
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... sound , Sweet is the scene when virtue dies , 168 107 218 Sweet Peace , where dost thou dwell ? & c . Swift the tempest strips the wood , 216 259 • Take , holy earth , all that my soul holds dear ,. 177 Ten years ago , ten years ago ...
... sound , Sweet is the scene when virtue dies , 168 107 218 Sweet Peace , where dost thou dwell ? & c . Swift the tempest strips the wood , 216 259 • Take , holy earth , all that my soul holds dear ,. 177 Ten years ago , ten years ago ...
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... sound is balm , " ' T is from the Lord , " the humbled monarch cried , To - morrow ! -mortal , boast not thou , 77 105 270 235 172 231 234 To ' scape from chill misfortune's gloom , 97 Triumphal arch , that fill'st the sky , 174 Turn ...
... sound is balm , " ' T is from the Lord , " the humbled monarch cried , To - morrow ! -mortal , boast not thou , 77 105 270 235 172 231 234 To ' scape from chill misfortune's gloom , 97 Triumphal arch , that fill'st the sky , 174 Turn ...
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... sound but evening's sigh Is heard , and , bowing by the stone 1 That bears his mother's name , with none But God and guardian angels by , Shall say " This was my mother's choice For her own grave . O , be it mine ! Even now , methinks ...
... sound but evening's sigh Is heard , and , bowing by the stone 1 That bears his mother's name , with none But God and guardian angels by , Shall say " This was my mother's choice For her own grave . O , be it mine ! Even now , methinks ...
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... Sounds among the vales and hills , In the woods , and by the rills , Of the breeze and of the bird , By the gentle murmur stirred- All these songs , beneath , above , Have one burden - God is love . All the hopes and fears that start ...
... Sounds among the vales and hills , In the woods , and by the rills , Of the breeze and of the bird , By the gentle murmur stirred- All these songs , beneath , above , Have one burden - God is love . All the hopes and fears that start ...
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Page 275 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Page 274 - 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. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 202 - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
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 205 - With priest's and warrior's voice between, No portents now our foes' amaze — Forsaken Israel wanders lone; Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own. But, present, still though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day! Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray. And O, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night.
Page 176 - O'er mountain, tower, and town. Or, mirror'd in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the. eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Page 279 - These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee.
Page 167 - To heaven he led his followers' way ; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unveiling an immortal day. 3 " Come, wanderers, to my Father's home ; Come, all ye weary ones, and rest.
Page 81 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace.
Page 275 - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honor to the world's great Author rise...