Hymns of the AgesJ.R. Osgood, 1877 |
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الصفحة 15
... hours of drofs ! Within be fed , without be rich no more ! So fhalt thou feed on death , that feeds on men , And , death once dead , there's no more dying then . Shakspeare . SOM OMETIME , O Lord ! at least in show True Gain . 15 TRUE GAIN.
... hours of drofs ! Within be fed , without be rich no more ! So fhalt thou feed on death , that feeds on men , And , death once dead , there's no more dying then . Shakspeare . SOM OMETIME , O Lord ! at least in show True Gain . 15 TRUE GAIN.
الصفحة 22
... rich or poor ; For some that hath abundance at his will , Hath not enough ; but wants in greater ftore ; And other , that hath little , asks no more , But in that little is both rich and wise ; For wisdom is most riches : fools ...
... rich or poor ; For some that hath abundance at his will , Hath not enough ; but wants in greater ftore ; And other , that hath little , asks no more , But in that little is both rich and wise ; For wisdom is most riches : fools ...
الصفحة 26
... rich bleffing ! Is it thine and mine ? Who are they , the true recipients Of the Love Divine ? Little children , little children ! Not in years alone Little children in the spirit , These He calls his own . Have ye love , like little ...
... rich bleffing ! Is it thine and mine ? Who are they , the true recipients Of the Love Divine ? Little children , little children ! Not in years alone Little children in the spirit , These He calls his own . Have ye love , like little ...
الصفحة 28
... rich , If truly kind they prove , Each other may advantage much , By interchange of love . The flendereft threads together wound , Will make the ftrongest band ; And smalleft rods , if closely bound , The bender's force withstand . But ...
... rich , If truly kind they prove , Each other may advantage much , By interchange of love . The flendereft threads together wound , Will make the ftrongest band ; And smalleft rods , if closely bound , The bender's force withstand . But ...
الصفحة 39
... rolled amain Rich pearls before my feet . " I nodding to my flaves , that I Would freely give them these , At once upon the spoil they fly , The coftly boon to seize . " One only at my fide remained Befide this Ethiop Love . 39.
... rolled amain Rich pearls before my feet . " I nodding to my flaves , that I Would freely give them these , At once upon the spoil they fly , The coftly boon to seize . " One only at my fide remained Befide this Ethiop Love . 39.
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angels aſk befide beſt bleffing bleft breaſt breath bright calm celeſtial Chrift clouds croſs darkneſs death divine doft doth dwell earth earthly eternal everlaſting evermore eyes faith Father fear fhade fhine fhore fhould filent fing fink fleep forever Francis Quarles ftand ftars ftill ftorms ftream ftrength ftrife ftrong George Wither give glory God's grace grief hath hear heart heaven heavenly Henry Vaughan holy hope hour HYMN Jeremy Taylor Jesus laft laſt life's light little longer Lord Madame Guyon mortal moſt muft muſt never night nought o'er orpharion paffing pain paſt Paul Gerhardt peace praise prayer refign reft reſt Robert Southwell Saviour ſhall ſhe ſhore ſkies ſky smile sorrow soul spirit ſtand ſtars ſtay ſtill sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS ELLWOOD Thomas Flatman Thou art Thou wilt thought throne toil truft unto voice weary Whilft wings
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الصفحة 144 - 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 151 - 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 39 - 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 13 - 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 140 - Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart; Come quickly from above, Write thy new name upon my heart, Thy new, best name of Love.
الصفحة 202 - 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 142 - 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 241 - We saw not the angels who met him there, The gates of the city we could not see; Over the river, over the river, My brother stands waiting to welcome me. Over the river the boatman pale Carried another, — the household pet; Her brown curls waved in the gentle gale, — Darling Minnie!
الصفحة 143 - 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 1 - 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.