Hymns of the AgesJ.R. Osgood, 1877 |
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الصفحة 6
... should do , close and fit ; A well - cloth'd soul that's not oppreff'd Nor chok'd with what fhe fhould be dreff'd ; - A soul fheath'd in a crystal shrine , Through which all her bright features fhine ; As when a piece of wanton lawn , A ...
... should do , close and fit ; A well - cloth'd soul that's not oppreff'd Nor chok'd with what fhe fhould be dreff'd ; - A soul fheath'd in a crystal shrine , Through which all her bright features fhine ; As when a piece of wanton lawn , A ...
الصفحة 25
... should agree as angels do above . Where love prefides , not vice alone does find No entrance there , but virtues stay behind . Both Faith and Hope , and all the meaner train Of moral virtues , at the door remain ; Love only enters as a ...
... should agree as angels do above . Where love prefides , not vice alone does find No entrance there , but virtues stay behind . Both Faith and Hope , and all the meaner train Of moral virtues , at the door remain ; Love only enters as a ...
الصفحة 33
... their bright squadrons round about us plant ; And all for love and nothing for reward ; Oh , why should heavenly God to men have such regard ? 3 Edmund Spenser . LARVÆ . Y little maiden of four years old ΜΥ Love . 33.
... their bright squadrons round about us plant ; And all for love and nothing for reward ; Oh , why should heavenly God to men have such regard ? 3 Edmund Spenser . LARVÆ . Y little maiden of four years old ΜΥ Love . 33.
الصفحة 35
... should grow ? Atlantic Monthly . SHE THE GATE OF HEAVEN . HE ftood outfide the gate of heaven , and saw them entering in , A world - long train of shining ones , all washed in blood from fin . The hero - martyr in that blaze uplifted ...
... should grow ? Atlantic Monthly . SHE THE GATE OF HEAVEN . HE ftood outfide the gate of heaven , and saw them entering in , A world - long train of shining ones , all washed in blood from fin . The hero - martyr in that blaze uplifted ...
الصفحة 78
... happy ftate , Whereto we should aspire ; But if Thy Spirit make me wise , And ftrive to do my beft , There may be in the worst of these A means of being bleff'd . The rich in love obtain from Thee Thy special gifts 78 Contentment .
... happy ftate , Whereto we should aspire ; But if Thy Spirit make me wise , And ftrive to do my beft , There may be in the worst of these A means of being bleff'd . The rich in love obtain from Thee Thy special gifts 78 Contentment .
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angels aſk befide beft beſt bleffed bleft breaſt breath bright calm Chrift clouds croſs darkneſs death divine doft doth dwell earth earthly eternal evermore eyes faith Father fear fhade fhall be soon fhining fhore fhould filent fing fleep forever Francis Quarles ftand ftars ftill ftorm ftreams ftrength ftrong George Wither glory God's grace grief hath heart heaven heavenly Henry Vaughan holy hope hour HYMN Jesus Jesus of Nazareth laft laſt life's light little longer live Lord Madame Guyon moft muft muſt myſterious never night nought o'er paffing pain paſs paſt Paul Gerhardt peace praise prayer reft reſt Robert Southwell Saviour ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhine 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 truſt unto voice weary wings wiſh
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 226 - To me remains nor place nor time ; My country is in every clime ; I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there.
الصفحة 162 - Our emptiness and woe ; And lead us in those paths of life Where all the righteous go. 3 Come as the fire ! and purge our hearts Like sacrificial flame ; Let our whole soul an offering be To our Redeemer's name. 4 Come as the dew ! and sweetly blesa This consecrated hour ; May barrenness rejoice to own Thy fertilizing power.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.