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Absalom adore angels beams beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss breast breath bright brow calm child cloud crown dark death deep didst divine dost doth dwell earth earthly eternal eternal band evermore face fair faith false Earth Father fear Felicia Hemans flowers gaze gentle glorious glory God's grace grave Hallelujah hand happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly Helon holy hope hour hymn ILife immortal John Keble John Milton life's light live Lord mercy morning night o'er peace POLLOK praise pray prayer pure rest round sacred Saviour seraph shade shalt shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit stars stream sweet tears tempest tfje thee thine Thomas Flatman Thou art Thou hast thoughts throne Thy name tongue unto Valley of Peace voice weary wilt winds wings
Seite 572 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Seite 594 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Seite 137 - God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Seite 205 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Seite 218 - New mercies each returning day Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Seite 206 - On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Seite 409 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Seite 133 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ! where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th...
Seite 426 - The indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with his blood ; The couch of time ; care's balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light. Thy torch doth show the way.