Gleanings from the sacred poets, with biogr. notices of the authors1875 |
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adore afterwards ALEXANDER POPE angels appointed art thou became behold beneath bless blest born breast breath bright CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER Christ Church dark DAVID MACBETH MOIR death didst died divine doth dwell earth educated EDWARD BICKERSTETH eternal everlasting faith father fear foes GEORGE MOGRIDGE GERHARD TERSTEEGEN glad glorious glory grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour hymns Jesus JOACHIM LANGE John King Lamb of God life's light live London Lord mercy minister morning mortal ne'er night o'er peace poems poetry praise pray prayer prose published reign rest RICHARD KEMPENFELT rise sacred saints Saviour shine sing sinners skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars streams sweet tears Thee Thine THOMAS PARNELL Thou art Thou hast Thou wilt thought throne Trinity College voice wandering weary weep Westminster School wings word
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Strona 181 - Thou art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee, Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine!
Strona 267 - Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.
Strona 156 - 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. Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He, who bore in heaven the second name, Had not on earth whereon to lay his head : How His first followers and servants sped, The precepts sage they wrote to...
Strona 114 - My prayer hath power with God; the grace Unspeakable I now receive; Through faith I see thee face to face, I see thee face to face, and live! In vain I have not wept and strove; Thy nature and thy name is Love.
Strona 217 - Thy will be done." Should pining sickness waste away My life in premature decay, My Father ! still I strive to say, " 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, "Thy will be done.
Strona 267 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face.
Strona 178 - Tis mercy bids thee go; For thou, ten thousand, thousand years, Hast seen the tide of human tears, That shall no longer flow. What though beneath thee man put forth His pomp, his pride, his skill; And arts that made fire, flood, and earth The vassals of his will; Yet mourn I not thy parted sway, Thou dim, discrowned king of day...
Strona 141 - Here I raise my Ebenezer, Hither by Thy help I'm come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood.
Strona 141 - And darkness and doubt are now flying away ; No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn. So breaks on the traveller, faint, and astray, The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. See Truth, Love, and Mercy, in triumph descending, And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom ! On the cold cheek of Death smiles and roses are blending, And Beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.