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... the poet's numbers more worthily sung - never is his lyre more sweetly tuned - than when devoted to the praise of HIM from whom all ideas of the pure , the holy , and the beautiful , proceed . To my Infant Son Hymn Stanzas Song of the ...
... the poet's numbers more worthily sung - never is his lyre more sweetly tuned - than when devoted to the praise of HIM from whom all ideas of the pure , the holy , and the beautiful , proceed . To my Infant Son Hymn Stanzas Song of the ...
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... Praise POLLOK 143 The Clouds S. C. HALL . 145 Night MONTGOMERY 148 There remaineth a rest for the people of God The Heavenly Jerusalem Echo W. GURNER 151 RAFFLES 152 ANON . 154 The Beacon M. P. JAMES 155 OSBORN 157 ANON . 157 M. E. ...
... Praise POLLOK 143 The Clouds S. C. HALL . 145 Night MONTGOMERY 148 There remaineth a rest for the people of God The Heavenly Jerusalem Echo W. GURNER 151 RAFFLES 152 ANON . 154 The Beacon M. P. JAMES 155 OSBORN 157 ANON . 157 M. E. ...
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... praise ; There's something about you that points on high , Ye beautiful tenants of earth and sky ! C. W. THOMSON . The Daisy . NoT worlds on worlds in phalanx deep , Need we to prove a God is here : The daisy , fresh from winter's sleep ...
... praise ; There's something about you that points on high , Ye beautiful tenants of earth and sky ! C. W. THOMSON . The Daisy . NoT worlds on worlds in phalanx deep , Need we to prove a God is here : The daisy , fresh from winter's sleep ...
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... praise . What is that , mother ? The dove , my son ! — And that low sweet voice , like a widow's moan , Is flowing out from her gentle breast , Constant and pure by that lonely nest , As the wave is pour'd from some crystal urn , For ...
... praise . What is that , mother ? The dove , my son ! — And that low sweet voice , like a widow's moan , Is flowing out from her gentle breast , Constant and pure by that lonely nest , As the wave is pour'd from some crystal urn , For ...
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... seek Of holy converse and of high communion , Of praise celestial , and of ardent prayer , INFANT'S PRAYER . Of sacred mystery , and the blessed 52 Recollection Job's Complaint The Saint The Place of Rest The Common Reflection.
... seek Of holy converse and of high communion , Of praise celestial , and of ardent prayer , INFANT'S PRAYER . Of sacred mystery , and the blessed 52 Recollection Job's Complaint The Saint The Place of Rest The Common Reflection.
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admiring bands angels ANON aspen beam beauty behold beneath BERNARD BARTON birds bless blest bliss bosom breast breath bright brow child Christian clouds CONVICT SHIP CRUCIFIXION dark death dream dwell e'en earth earthly eternal fade fair fear fled flowers gloom glorious glory grave harp Hast thou hath heard heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour JAMES EDMESTONE Jehovah Jerusalem leaf leaves shall fall life's light lips live look'd Lord MARY HOWITT mercy mortal may know myrrh night nought o'er ODE TO DUTY pain pass'd peace pleasure praise prayer pride raptured repose rest rill round scene SECOND COMING shine sigh sing SISTER'S VOICE skies smile song sorrow soul sound spirit star sweet tears tempest thee thine Thou art thought throne thy victory tomb TOMB OF CYRUS tree truth Twas vanish'd wave weary weep wild winds wings youth
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Page 200 - FRIEND after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Page 57 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Page 90 - The task, in smoother walks to stray; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, Or strong compunction in me wrought, I supplicate for thy control, But in the quietness of thought.
Page 58 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Page 163 - WHEN Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her fathers' God before her moved, An awful guide in smoke and flame. By day, along the astonish'd lands, The cloudy pillar glided slow ; By night, Arabia's crimson'd sands Return'd the fiery column's glow.
Page 111 - Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side ; But the wide arms of Mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the Sinless has died.
Page 89 - STERN Daughter of the voice of God ! O Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove...
Page 57 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 190 - Christ is born, the great Anointed, Heaven and earth his praises sing; O ! receive, whom God appointed, For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 Hasten, mortals, to adore Him, Learn his name and taste his joy; Till in heaven ye sing before Him, Glory be to God most high...
Page 232 - The changing spirit's rise and fall ; We know that these were felt by him, For these are felt by all. He suffer'd, — but his pangs are o'er ; Enjoy'd, — but his delights are fled ; Had friends, — his friends are now no more ; And foes, — his foes are dead.