Poems of Religious Sorrow, Comfort, Counsel, and AspirationHurd and Houghton, 1866 - 274 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 238
... Finstern schöne deucht . Schau wie das was Athem ziehet Sich bemühet Um der Sonnen holdes Licht ; Wie sich , was nur Wachsthum spüret , Freudig rühret , Wenn ihr Glanz die Schatten bricht . MORNING HYMN . COME , my soul , thou must.
... Finstern schöne deucht . Schau wie das was Athem ziehet Sich bemühet Um der Sonnen holdes Licht ; Wie sich , was nur Wachsthum spüret , Freudig rühret , Wenn ihr Glanz die Schatten bricht . MORNING HYMN . COME , my soul , thou must.
الصفحة 239
Francis James Child. MORNING HYMN . COME , my soul , thou must be waking ; Now is breaking O'er the earth another day ; Come , to Him who made this splendor , See thou render All thy feeble powers can pay . From the stars thy course be ...
Francis James Child. MORNING HYMN . COME , my soul , thou must be waking ; Now is breaking O'er the earth another day ; Come , to Him who made this splendor , See thou render All thy feeble powers can pay . From the stars thy course be ...
الصفحة 240
... Und errathen was du thust . Kränkt dich etwas diesen Morgen , Lass Gott sorgen , Der es wie die Sonne macht , Welche pflegt der Berge Spitzen Zu erhitzen , Und auch in die Thäler lacht . 1 Morning Hymn . Thou , too , hail the.
... Und errathen was du thust . Kränkt dich etwas diesen Morgen , Lass Gott sorgen , Der es wie die Sonne macht , Welche pflegt der Berge Spitzen Zu erhitzen , Und auch in die Thäler lacht . 1 Morning Hymn . Thou , too , hail the.
الصفحة 241
Francis James Child. 1 Morning Hymn . Thou , too , hail the light returning , Ready burning Be the incense of thy powers ; For the night is safely ended ; God hath tended With his care thy helpless hours . Pray that he may prosper ever ...
Francis James Child. 1 Morning Hymn . Thou , too , hail the light returning , Ready burning Be the incense of thy powers ; For the night is safely ended ; God hath tended With his care thy helpless hours . Pray that he may prosper ever ...
الصفحة 242
Francis James Child. 242 Morgenlied . Um das was er dir verliehen Wird er ziehen Eine Burg die Flammen streut : Du wirst zwischen Legionen Engel wohnen , Die der Satan selber scheut . Morning Hymn . Round the gifts his bounty showers ,
Francis James Child. 242 Morgenlied . Um das was er dir verliehen Wird er ziehen Eine Burg die Flammen streut : Du wirst zwischen Legionen Engel wohnen , Die der Satan selber scheut . Morning Hymn . Round the gifts his bounty showers ,
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abide Andrew Rykman's Prayer angels art thou beacon torch beautiful beneath blest bliss Border-Lands breath bright calm canopy of Love cheer Christ cloud dark days go dead dear death DIES IRÆ divine doth dream dual heart dust dwell earth ein neuer Tag eyes fair fair music faith fear filled flowers Freue giveth his beloved glory God's Gott grace grief hath heart heaven heavenly hero's heart holy hope hope and fear hour life's light live Lord love thee MINISTRY OF LOVE Morgenlied Morning Hymn mortal Nature's never night o'er pain patience peace praise pure rest Ring shadow shalt sleep smile sorrow soul spirit stars strife strong sweet teach thee tears thine things thou art thou hast thou wilt thought thy hand toil trust truth unto Valediction Veni via Lucis voice wake weary weep wild bells Wilt thou youth
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الصفحة 132 - Mysterious Night! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And, lo! Creation widened in man's view.
الصفحة 33 - So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.
الصفحة 99 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
الصفحة 51 - WILT thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before ? Wilt thou forgive that sin through which I run, And do run still, though still I do deplore ? When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For I have more.
الصفحة 276 - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
الصفحة 173 - I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know; I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go.
الصفحة 26 - Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long'd for death. ' Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant; More life, and fuller, that I want.
الصفحة 168 - Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see, And what I do in any thing To do it as for Thee.
الصفحة 43 - Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull which thou hast made.
الصفحة 111 - And with them the Being Beauteous,' Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven.