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... Weary ? THEODULPH OF ORLEANS . Died 821 . All Glory , Laud , and Honour , THEODORE OF THE STUDIUM . Died 826 . That Fearful Day , · 11 12 · 13 14 JOSEPH OF THE STUDIUM . About 830 . And wilt Thou Pardon , Lord ? 15 THEOCTISTUS OF THE ...
... Weary ? THEODULPH OF ORLEANS . Died 821 . All Glory , Laud , and Honour , THEODORE OF THE STUDIUM . Died 826 . That Fearful Day , · 11 12 · 13 14 JOSEPH OF THE STUDIUM . About 830 . And wilt Thou Pardon , Lord ? 15 THEOCTISTUS OF THE ...
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... Weary Souls , B. BEDDOME , M.A. , 1717-1795 . A Prayer , Prayer is the Breath of God , JOHN CENNICK , 1717-1755 . Jesus , my All , ADMIRAL RICHARD KEMPENFELT , 1718-1782 . The Cry of Nature and the Voice of God , JAMES MERRICK , 1720 ...
... Weary Souls , B. BEDDOME , M.A. , 1717-1795 . A Prayer , Prayer is the Breath of God , JOHN CENNICK , 1717-1755 . Jesus , my All , ADMIRAL RICHARD KEMPENFELT , 1718-1782 . The Cry of Nature and the Voice of God , JAMES MERRICK , 1720 ...
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... WEARY ? ART thou weary ? art thou languid ? Art thou sore distrest ? " Come to me , " saith One , " and coming , Be at rest ! " Hath He marks to lead me to Him , If He be my guide ? " In His feet and hands are wound - prints , And His ...
... WEARY ? ART thou weary ? art thou languid ? Art thou sore distrest ? " Come to me , " saith One , " and coming , Be at rest ! " Hath He marks to lead me to Him , If He be my guide ? " In His feet and hands are wound - prints , And His ...
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... weariness of life , not love of Thee . George Sandys . 39 Born 1577 . Died 1643 . GEORGE SANDYS , the second son of an Archbishop of York , was born at Bishops- thorpe , Yorkshire , in 1577. He received his education from eleven years ...
... weariness of life , not love of Thee . George Sandys . 39 Born 1577 . Died 1643 . GEORGE SANDYS , the second son of an Archbishop of York , was born at Bishops- thorpe , Yorkshire , in 1577. He received his education from eleven years ...
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... weariness ? Just mercy , then , thy reck'ning be With my price , and not with me ; " Twas paid at first with too much pain To be paid twice , or once in vain . Mercy , my Judge , mercy ! I cry , With blushing cheek and bleeding eye ...
... weariness ? Just mercy , then , thy reck'ning be With my price , and not with me ; " Twas paid at first with too much pain To be paid twice , or once in vain . Mercy , my Judge , mercy ! I cry , With blushing cheek and bleeding eye ...
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adore afterwards angels appointed art thou became behold beneath bless blest born breast breath bright Christ Church dark DAVID MACBETH MOIR death didst died divine doth dwell earth educated EDWARD BICKERSTETH eternal everlasting faith father fear flowers foes GEORGE MOGRIDGE GERHARD TERSTEEGEN glad glorious glory grief hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN holy hope hour hymns Jesus John JOHN KEBLE King Lamb of God life's light live London Lord mercy minister morning mortal ne'er night o'er pain peace poems poetry praise pray prayer prose published reign rest RICHARD KEMPENFELT ROBERT MURRAY M'CHEYNE sacred saints Saviour shine sing sinners skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars streams sweet tears Thee Thine Thou art Thou hast Thou wilt thought throne Thy love Trinity College voice wandering weary Westminster School wings word
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Strona 215 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Strona 219 - Thy will be done." Should pining sickness waste away My life in premature decay, My Father ! still I strive to s,ty, " Thy will be done." If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God ! to thee I leave the rest,
Strona 131 - SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend ; Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying Friend, Here I'll sit for ever viewing, Mercy's streams in streams of blood, Precious drops my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God.
Strona 156 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or, how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or, Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or, rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Strona 252 - THOU art the Way : — to thee alone From sin and death we flee ; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 2 Thou art the Truth : — thy word alone True wisdom can impart; Thou only canst inform the mind, And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the Life :— the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm ; And those who put their trust in thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the Way...
Strona 268 - Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule.
Strona 326 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Strona 54 - Our lingering parents, and to the eastern gate Led them direct, and down the cliff as fast To the subjected plain; then disappear'd. They looking back all th...
Strona 267 - saith he ; " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay...
Strona 192 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; star of the east, the horizon adorning, guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining; low lies his head with the beasts of the stall; angels adore him in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all.