Hymns of the Ages, Second Series: Being Selections from Wither, Crashaw, Southwell, Habington, and Other Sources |
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... lead to vengeance wrath . Not wideft open door , Nor spacious ways fhe goes ; To ftraight and narrow gate and way , She calls , the leads , fhe fhows . She calls , the fewest come ; She leads the humble spirited ; She shows them reft at ...
... lead to vengeance wrath . Not wideft open door , Nor spacious ways fhe goes ; To ftraight and narrow gate and way , She calls , the leads , fhe fhows . She calls , the fewest come ; She leads the humble spirited ; She shows them reft at ...
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... is and true , And servants of the Mafter seek To follow where it guided to . Belovéd ! oh , be wise indeed , And let the spirit ever lead . Arise ! Arise ! Arise ! because our Serpent - foe , Unwearied , 42 Active Duty . ACTIVE DUTY.
... is and true , And servants of the Mafter seek To follow where it guided to . Belovéd ! oh , be wise indeed , And let the spirit ever lead . Arise ! Arise ! Arise ! because our Serpent - foe , Unwearied , 42 Active Duty . ACTIVE DUTY.
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... they run ? Oh linger not in wilds of doubt ! Strike unto the nearest one . ' T will lead thee to some fairer height , Radiant with celeftial glow , Where the prospect all before thee Brighter , clearer , 62 Active Duty .
... they run ? Oh linger not in wilds of doubt ! Strike unto the nearest one . ' T will lead thee to some fairer height , Radiant with celeftial glow , Where the prospect all before thee Brighter , clearer , 62 Active Duty .
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... lead This truth commends , With quick or dead It never ends . Stars are of mighty use : the night Is dark and long ; The rode foul ; and where one goes right , Six may go wrong . One twinkling ray , Shot o're some cloud , May clear much ...
... lead This truth commends , With quick or dead It never ends . Stars are of mighty use : the night Is dark and long ; The rode foul ; and where one goes right , Six may go wrong . One twinkling ray , Shot o're some cloud , May clear much ...
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... leads my will , Hope all my mind delights . In lowly vales I mount To pleasure's highest pitch , My fimple dress sure honor brings , My poor eftate is rich . My conscience is my crown , Contented thoughts my rest , My heart is happy in ...
... leads my will , Hope all my mind delights . In lowly vales I mount To pleasure's highest pitch , My fimple dress sure honor brings , My poor eftate is rich . My conscience is my crown , Contented thoughts my rest , My heart is happy in ...
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angels befide beft beſt bleffed bleft blifs breaſt breath bright calm Chrift clouds darkneſs death divine doft doth dwell earth earthly eternal everlaſting evermore eyes faith Father fear fhade fhall be soon fhine fhore fhould figh filent fing fleep forever Francis Quarles ftand ftars ftill ftorm ftream ftrength ftrife ftrong George Wither give glory God's grace grief hath hear heart heaven heavenly Henry Vaughan holy hope hour HYMN Jesus Jesus of Nazareth laft laſt life's light little longer live Lord Madame Guyon mortal moſt Muft muſt never night nought o'er paffing pain paſt Paul Gerhardt peace praise prayer reft reſt Robert Southwell Saviour ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky smile sorrow soul spirit ſtand ſtar ſtay ſtill sweet tears thee thine THOMAS ELLWOOD Thomas Flatman Thou art Thou wilt thought throne toil truft unto voice weary wings
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Page 171 - Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near...
Page 164 - What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me. I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless: Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Page 59 - Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 159 - Redeemer's throne, Where only Christ is heard to speak. Where Jesus reigns alone ; 3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean, Which neither life nor death can part From Him that dwells within ; 4 A heart in every thought renewed, And full of love divine, Perfect and right and pure and good, A copy, Lord, of Thine...
Page 33 - 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 102 - Whate'er my God ordains is right. He never will deceive ; He leads me by the proper path. And so to Him I cleave, And take content What He hath sent ; His hand can turn my griefs away, And patiently I wait His day.
Page 163 - ABIDE with me ! fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide : When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me ! 2.
Page 21 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Page 300 - The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Page 146 - That more and more a Providence Of Love is understood, Making the springs of time and sense Sweet with eternal good ; That death seems but a covered way Which opens into light, Wherein no blinded child can stray Beyond the Father's sight...