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... dread teacher , yet declare , Rude , ancient lays of Spain's heroic time . ( 11 ) Of him in Xere's carnage fearless found , ( 12 ) ( His glittering brows with hostile spear - heads bound ; ) " So when stern winter chills the April ...
... dread teacher , yet declare , Rude , ancient lays of Spain's heroic time . ( 11 ) Of him in Xere's carnage fearless found , ( 12 ) ( His glittering brows with hostile spear - heads bound ; ) " So when stern winter chills the April ...
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... is known ! Who , with the parent Deity , Dread Spirit ! art for ever one ! Great First and Last ! thy blessing give ! And HYMNS . 19 Sexagesima, Quinquagesima, Third Sunday in Lent, Fourth Sunday in Lent, Fifth Sunday in Lent,
... is known ! Who , with the parent Deity , Dread Spirit ! art for ever one ! Great First and Last ! thy blessing give ! And HYMNS . 19 Sexagesima, Quinquagesima, Third Sunday in Lent, Fourth Sunday in Lent, Fifth Sunday in Lent,
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... dread my vengeance now , to just re- sentment driven ! " Forgive ! " the voice of thunder spake , “ or never be forgiven ! " TWENTY - THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY . FROM foes that would the land devour ; From guilty pride , and lust of ...
... dread my vengeance now , to just re- sentment driven ! " Forgive ! " the voice of thunder spake , “ or never be forgiven ! " TWENTY - THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY . FROM foes that would the land devour ; From guilty pride , and lust of ...
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... dread decree , Judge of the world ! bethink thee then That thou hast died for me . Thou art gone to the grave ! and whole nations bemoan thee , Who caught from thy lips the glad tidings of peace : Yet grateful , they still in their ...
... dread decree , Judge of the world ! bethink thee then That thou hast died for me . Thou art gone to the grave ! and whole nations bemoan thee , Who caught from thy lips the glad tidings of peace : Yet grateful , they still in their ...
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... dread , - ( Such is the righteous doom of fate , ) He eyes , above his guilty head , The shadowy rocks ' impending weight : - The fourth , with that tormented three ( 1 ) In horrible society ! - For that , in frantic theft , The nectar ...
... dread , - ( Such is the righteous doom of fate , ) He eyes , above his guilty head , The shadowy rocks ' impending weight : - The fourth , with that tormented three ( 1 ) In horrible society ! - For that , in frantic theft , The nectar ...
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Strona 16 - The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave, Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save: Like Him, with pardon on his tongue In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in his train?
Strona 278 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Strona 17 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Strona 21 - Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea...
Strona 65 - E'en while with us thy footsteps trod, His seal was on thy brow. Dust to its narrow house beneath ! Soul to its place on high ! They that have seen thy look in death, No more may fear to die.
Strona 14 - I have trodden the winepress alone ; and of the people there was none with me : for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury ; and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment. For the day of vengeance is in mine heart, and the year of my redeemed is come.
Strona 26 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ! Till o'er our ransom'd nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! SPRING.
Strona 305 - The stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream.
Strona 332 - Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ; Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair ; Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, It is there, it is there, my child !
Strona 23 - Lo, the lilies of the field, How their leaves instruction yield ! Hark to nature's lesson given By the blessed birds of Heaven. Every bush and tufted tree Warbles sweet philosophy ; ' Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow : God provideth for the morrow. ' Say, with richer crimson glows The kingly mantle than the rose : Say, have kings more wholesome fare Than we poor citizens of air ? Barns nor hoarded grain have we, Yet we carol merrily. Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow, God provideth for the morrow.