 | Josiah Conder - 1824 - 216 páginas
...power to find, Or to Thy seat attain. Thy messenger, the stormy wind, Thy path, the trackless main — The glorious honour of Thy name, The wonders of Thy...wide fields of air. The waves obey Thy dread control ; Yet still Thou art not there. Where shall I find Him, O my soul, Who yet is every where ? Oh, not... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1824 - 608 páginas
.... . But Thou art not in tempest-flame, ,: Nor in day's glorious blaze. , . . .•„.•.•, u: « We hear thy voice, when thunders roll Through the wide fields of air. _., ;,, -, i, x~> The waves obey Thy dread control ; . , , . ...... Yet still Thou art not there. Where... | |
 | 1824 - 600 páginas
...ways : ' But Thou art not in tempest-flame, Nor in day's glorious blaze. .«)>!•— t- 1. •' I ' We hear thy voice, when thunders roll Through the wide fields of air. ' JV" '•'<» I*1 ™n'"rn»e waves obey Thy dread control"; : ''-'M* »« KtH'M odl \->IT Yet still... | |
 | King's Chapel (Boston, Mass.) - 1831 - 438 páginas
...can flee, Thy dwelling is on high : Yet, dear the awful thought to me, That thou, my God, art nigh. 2 We hear thy voice, when thunders roll, Through the...wide fields of air ; The waves obey thy dread control ; Yet still thou art not there. Where shall I find him, O my soul, Who yet is everywhere ? 2 O, not... | |
 | King's Chapel (Boston, Mass.) - 1831 - 458 páginas
...wh'en tHunders roll, .. Through the wide fields of air ; 376 The waves obey thy dread control ; Yet still thou art not there. Where shall I find him, O my soul, Who yet is everywhere ? 3 O, not in circling depth, or height, But in the conscious breast, Present to faith, though veiled... | |
 | 1835 - 476 páginas
...can flee, Thy dwelling is on high; Yet dear the awful thought to me, That thou, my God, art nigh. 2 We hear thy voice when thunders roll Through the wide fields of air ; The waves obey thy dread control ; Yet still thou art not there. Where shall I find Him, O my soul, Who yet is every where ? . 3 O,... | |
 | William Bourn Oliver Peabody - 1835 - 426 páginas
...flee, Thy dwelling is on high : Yet, dear the awful thought to me, That thou, ray God, art nigh. 2 We hear thy voice, when thunders roll, Through the...fields of air ; The waves obey thy dread control, Yet still thou art not there. Where shall I find him, O my soul, Who yet is every where 1 3 O, not... | |
 | 1835 - 494 páginas
...thy voice when thunders roll Through the wide fields of air ; The waves obey thy dread control ; Yet still thou art not there. Where shall I find Him, O my soul, Who yet is every where ? 3 O, not in circling depth, or height, But in the conscious breast, Present to faith,... | |
 | Congregational Union of England and Wales - 1836 - 624 páginas
...Thy name, The wonders of Thy ways : But Thou art not in tempest-flame, Nor in day's glorious blaze. 4 We hear Thy voice, when thunders roll Through the...wide fields of air : The waves obey Thy dread control ; Yet still Thou art not there. Where shall I find Him, O my soul, Who yet is every where ? 5 Oh, not... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1839 - 306 páginas
...trackless main— These speak of thee with loud acclaim; They thunder forth thy praise, The glorious honor of thy name, The wonders of thy ways: But thou art...fields of air; The waves obey thy dread control;— Yet still thou art not there. Where shall I find him, O my soul, Who yet is everywhere ? O, not in... | |
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We hear Thy voice, when thunders roll Through the wide fields of air: The waves obey Thy dread control ; Yet still Thou art not there. Where shall I find Him, O my soul, Who yet is everywhere? 
