 I ask not to stay, •!• Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, And the cup of thanksgiving...  Christian Hymns for Public and Private Worship - Seite 286von Cheshire Pastoral Association (Cheshire, Conn.) - 1845 - 454 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | 1843 - 744 Seiten
...jig of the following ballads is even beyond the very lowest of the Islington collections: — 187. " I would not live alway ; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; Who, who would live alway, away from his God ; Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode ?" 144 "... | |
 | Edward Otheman - 1843 - 288 Seiten
...the new city, upon'whom the mighty hosts in swelling rapture gaze ; I gaze till I long to be there. ' I would not live alway ; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises -dark o'er the way.' " But I do not repine because 1 am on these mortal shores ; no, Jesus does all things well. When I... | |
 | James Freeman Clarke - 1844 - 576 Seiten
...me, in thy love, To be thy better child above. 0ickm00 131 Us. M. MUHLENBERG. fi EKoulli not 3lfbe 1 I would not live alway : I ask not to stay Where...Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom. 3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode ! Where the... | |
 | Hosea Ballou - 1844 - 550 Seiten
...gloom; There sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, Away...abode ! Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the briglu plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ; 6 Where the saints of all ages in harmony... | |
 | Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., Isaac Watts - 1844 - 754 Seiten
...few fleeting mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life's sorrows — enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway ; no, welcome the tomb ; Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom ; There sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise, To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 3 Who,... | |
 | Baron Stow, Samuel Francis Smith - 1844 - 732 Seiten
...E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 3 I would not live alway ; no — welcome the tomb :...Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom : There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 4 Who, who... | |
 | 1844 - 328 Seiten
...pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see. HYMN 142. 11s and 12s. I WOULD not live alway : I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way, The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.... | |
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