Hymns of the AgesJ.R. Osgood, 1877 |
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... , look thou largely , with lenient eyes , On whatso befide thee may creep and cling , For the poffible beauty that underlies The paffing phase of the meanest thing ! What if God's great angels , whose waiting love Beholdeth 34 Love .
... , look thou largely , with lenient eyes , On whatso befide thee may creep and cling , For the poffible beauty that underlies The paffing phase of the meanest thing ! What if God's great angels , whose waiting love Beholdeth 34 Love .
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What if God's great angels , whose waiting love Beholdeth our pitiful life below , From the holy height of their heaven above , Couldn't bear with the worm till the wings fhould grow ? Atlantic Monthly . SHE THE GATE OF HEAVEN . HE ...
What if God's great angels , whose waiting love Beholdeth our pitiful life below , From the holy height of their heaven above , Couldn't bear with the worm till the wings fhould grow ? Atlantic Monthly . SHE THE GATE OF HEAVEN . HE ...
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... wait on thought ; Life's a voyage rough though short ; We must dare the sorrow - wave , Many a fin - storm we must brave , Ere we reach our destined port . Sitting listening on the fhore To the ocean's restless roar , Never launching on ...
... wait on thought ; Life's a voyage rough though short ; We must dare the sorrow - wave , Many a fin - storm we must brave , Ere we reach our destined port . Sitting listening on the fhore To the ocean's restless roar , Never launching on ...
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... Waiting the words he breathes , - " Nothing but leaves ? " WH QUESTIONS . THY doft thou talk of death , laddie ? Why doft thou long to go ? The Mafter that hath placed thee here Hath work for thee to do . Why doft thou talk of heaven ...
... Waiting the words he breathes , - " Nothing but leaves ? " WH QUESTIONS . THY doft thou talk of death , laddie ? Why doft thou long to go ? The Mafter that hath placed thee here Hath work for thee to do . Why doft thou talk of heaven ...
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... wait ! " For gifts , in His name , of food and rest , The tents of Iflam of God are bleft . Thou , who haft faith in the Christ above , Shall the Koran teach thee the Law of Love ? O Chriftian ! -open thy heart and door , — Cry , east ...
... wait ! " For gifts , in His name , of food and rest , The tents of Iflam of God are bleft . Thou , who haft faith in the Christ above , Shall the Koran teach thee the Law of Love ? O Chriftian ! -open thy heart and door , — Cry , east ...
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Hymns of the Ages: Being Selections from Lyra Catholica, Germanica ..., Volumen2 Caroline Snowden Guild Sin vista previa disponible - 1861 |
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angels aſk befide beſt bleffing bleft breaſt breath bright calm celeſtial Chrift clouds croſs darkneſs death divine doft doth dwell earth earthly eternal everlaſting evermore eyes faith Father fear fhade fhine fhore fhould filent fing fink fleep forever Francis Quarles ftand ftars ftill ftorms ftream ftrength ftrife ftrong George Wither give glory God's grace grief hath hear heart heaven heavenly Henry Vaughan holy hope hour HYMN Jeremy Taylor Jesus laft laſt life's light little longer Lord Madame Guyon mortal moſt muft muſt never night nought o'er orpharion paffing pain paſt Paul Gerhardt peace praise prayer refign reft reſt Robert Southwell Saviour ſhall ſhe ſhore ſkies ſky smile sorrow soul spirit ſtand ſtars ſtay ſtill sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS ELLWOOD Thomas Flatman Thou art Thou wilt thought throne toil truft unto voice weary Whilft wings
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Página 144 - 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 151 - 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 39 - 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 13 - 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 140 - Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart; Come quickly from above, Write thy new name upon my heart, Thy new, best name of Love.
Página 202 - 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 142 - 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 241 - We saw not the angels who met him there, The gates of the city we could not see; Over the river, over the river, My brother stands waiting to welcome me. Over the river the boatman pale Carried another, — the household pet; Her brown curls waved in the gentle gale, — Darling Minnie!
Página 143 - 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 1 - 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.