Hymns of the AgesJ.R. Osgood, 1877 |
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... hours Fall with soft wings , ftuck with soft flowers ; And when life's sweet fable ends , Soul and body part like friends ; No quarrels , murmurs , no delay ; A kiss , a figh , and so away ? This rare one , reader , would'ft thou see ...
... hours Fall with soft wings , ftuck with soft flowers ; And when life's sweet fable ends , Soul and body part like friends ; No quarrels , murmurs , no delay ; A kiss , a figh , and so away ? This rare one , reader , would'ft thou see ...
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... 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 . SOMETIME , O Lord ! at least in show , True Gain . 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 . SOMETIME , O Lord ! at least in show , True Gain . 15.
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... hour unknown The hour of death that comes ere long , And comes not to the weak alone , But to the mighty and the strong . Belovéd oft in spirit dwell Upon the hour that none can tell . Arise ! Arise ! it is the Mafter's will : No more ...
... hour unknown The hour of death that comes ere long , And comes not to the weak alone , But to the mighty and the strong . Belovéd oft in spirit dwell Upon the hour that none can tell . Arise ! Arise ! it is the Mafter's will : No more ...
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... hour is given . Daily the manna fell from heaven ! See , link by link , the chain is made , And pearl by pearl the coftly braid ; The daily thread of hopes and fears Weaves up the woof of many years ! And well thy labour fhall have sped ...
... hour is given . Daily the manna fell from heaven ! See , link by link , the chain is made , And pearl by pearl the coftly braid ; The daily thread of hopes and fears Weaves up the woof of many years ! And well thy labour fhall have sped ...
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... Hours . O SERVING GOD . NOT to fill the mouth of fame My longing soul is stirred ; O , give me a diviner name ! Call me thy servant , Lord ! Sweet title that delighteth me Rank earnestly implored ; O , what can reach my dignity ? I am ...
... Hours . O SERVING GOD . NOT to fill the mouth of fame My longing soul is stirred ; O , give me a diviner name ! Call me thy servant , Lord ! Sweet title that delighteth me Rank earnestly implored ; O , what can reach my dignity ? I am ...
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Hymns of the Ages: Being Selections from Lyra Catholica, Germanica ..., Volumen2 Caroline Snowden Guild Sin vista previa disponible - 1861 |
Términos y frases comunes
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Página 164 - 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.
Página 59 - 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.
Página 171 - 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...
Página 33 - 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.
Página 226 - 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.
Página 162 - 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.
Página 102 - Whate'er my God ordains is right. He never will deceive ; He leads me by the proper path. And so to Him I cleave, And take content What He hath sent ; His hand can turn my griefs away, And patiently I wait His day.
Página 163 - 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.
Página 21 - 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.
Página 300 - The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.