Hymns of the AgesJ.R. Osgood, 1877 |
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الصفحة 9
Do choose the wide , the broad , The left - hand way and gate : These Vice applauds , these Virtue loathes , And teacheth hers to hate . Her ways are pleasant ways , Upon the right - hand fide ; And heavenly happy is that soul Takes ...
Do choose the wide , the broad , The left - hand way and gate : These Vice applauds , these Virtue loathes , And teacheth hers to hate . Her ways are pleasant ways , Upon the right - hand fide ; And heavenly happy is that soul Takes ...
الصفحة 10
... songs , My tongue from lies reftrain ; Withhold my hands from doing wrongs , My feet from courses vain : Teach , likewise , ev'ry other sense To act an honest part , But chiefly settle innocence And pureness in my heart : IO Virtue .
... songs , My tongue from lies reftrain ; Withhold my hands from doing wrongs , My feet from courses vain : Teach , likewise , ev'ry other sense To act an honest part , But chiefly settle innocence And pureness in my heart : IO Virtue .
الصفحة 30
... hand : And thus there is a conscious nerve Within the human breast , That from the rafh and careless hand Sinks and retires diftreft . The preffure rude , the touch severe , Will raise within the mind A nameless thrill , a secret tear ...
... hand : And thus there is a conscious nerve Within the human breast , That from the rafh and careless hand Sinks and retires diftreft . The preffure rude , the touch severe , Will raise within the mind A nameless thrill , a secret tear ...
الصفحة 69
... hands , From her is ever hid . Forever , did I say ? O , no ! The time must come when she will look Upon her pilgrimage below , And find it in God's book , That , as fhe trod her path aright , Power from her very garments stole ; For ...
... hands , From her is ever hid . Forever , did I say ? O , no ! The time must come when she will look Upon her pilgrimage below , And find it in God's book , That , as fhe trod her path aright , Power from her very garments stole ; For ...
الصفحة 71
... mother's veil ; To th ' church he did allow her drefs , True beauty to true holiness ; Peace , which he loved in life , did lend Her hand to bring him to his end ; When age and death call'd for the score , No Saints . 71.
... mother's veil ; To th ' church he did allow her drefs , True beauty to true holiness ; Peace , which he loved in life , did lend Her hand to bring him to his end ; When age and death call'd for the score , No Saints . 71.
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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.