Hymns of the AgesJ.R. Osgood, 1877 |
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الصفحة 52
And see themselves from its dewy depths In fresher beauty gleam . The sky with its pale or glowing hues , Ever painteth the wave below ; And the sea sends up its mist to form Bright clouds and the heavenly bow . Thus each does of the ...
And see themselves from its dewy depths In fresher beauty gleam . The sky with its pale or glowing hues , Ever painteth the wave below ; And the sea sends up its mist to form Bright clouds and the heavenly bow . Thus each does of the ...
الصفحة 61
... sky - course run , our miffion wrought , Wasted forms we fink to earth , Till that same Great Power recall us To another new air - birth . Thus far onward we together ; - For the forms of good and ill , The events which cluster round ...
... sky - course run , our miffion wrought , Wasted forms we fink to earth , Till that same Great Power recall us To another new air - birth . Thus far onward we together ; - For the forms of good and ill , The events which cluster round ...
الصفحة 70
... , Even now half mingled with the sky , And all prepared , oh , not to die , But , like the prophet , to aspire To heaven's triumphal car of fire ! Mrs. Hemans . AN EPITAPH . HE modeft front of this small floor 70 Saints .
... , Even now half mingled with the sky , And all prepared , oh , not to die , But , like the prophet , to aspire To heaven's triumphal car of fire ! Mrs. Hemans . AN EPITAPH . HE modeft front of this small floor 70 Saints .
الصفحة 80
... sky . For though , when youthful pleasures died , My youth itself went with them , too ; To - day , aye ! even this very hour , Is the best hour I ever knew . Not that my Father gives to me More bleffings than in days gone by , Dropping ...
... sky . For though , when youthful pleasures died , My youth itself went with them , too ; To - day , aye ! even this very hour , Is the best hour I ever knew . Not that my Father gives to me More bleffings than in days gone by , Dropping ...
الصفحة 130
... , Which teaches us ourselves to know , That we who do our lineage high Draw from beyond the starry sky , Are yet upon the other fide- To earth and to its duft allied . Trench . ON THE DEATH OF A CHILD . WHEN I can 130 Affliction .
... , Which teaches us ourselves to know , That we who do our lineage high Draw from beyond the starry sky , Are yet upon the other fide- To earth and to its duft allied . Trench . ON THE DEATH OF A CHILD . WHEN I can 130 Affliction .
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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.