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... strife , And hear the angels sing . And ye , beneath life's crushing load , Whose forms are bending low , Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow , - Look now , for glad and golden hours Come swiftly 18 SUNDAY.
... strife , And hear the angels sing . And ye , beneath life's crushing load , Whose forms are bending low , Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow , - Look now , for glad and golden hours Come swiftly 18 SUNDAY.
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Sunday readings. Look now , for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing ; Oh ! rest beside the weary road , And hear the angels sing . HYMN . LMIGHTY Framer of the skies , O let our pure devotion rise Like incense in Thy sight ...
Sunday readings. Look now , for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing ; Oh ! rest beside the weary road , And hear the angels sing . HYMN . LMIGHTY Framer of the skies , O let our pure devotion rise Like incense in Thy sight ...
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... glad waking , or at day's decline ; As full or crescent moon shines softly bright Through the air - floated awnings of the night ; As stars from deepen'd darkness , fiercely burning , Keep round their northern guide , for ever turning ...
... glad waking , or at day's decline ; As full or crescent moon shines softly bright Through the air - floated awnings of the night ; As stars from deepen'd darkness , fiercely burning , Keep round their northern guide , for ever turning ...
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... glad morning's birth ! And gifts more precious by its breath are shed Than music on the breeze , dew on the violet's head . Gifts for the soul , from whose illumined eye , O'er nature's face the colouring glory flows ; Gifts from the ...
... glad morning's birth ! And gifts more precious by its breath are shed Than music on the breeze , dew on the violet's head . Gifts for the soul , from whose illumined eye , O'er nature's face the colouring glory flows ; Gifts from the ...
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... glad strains for man , by truth divine , made free ! A INVOCATION . NSWER me , burning stars of night ! Where is the Spirit gone That pass'd the reach of human sight , As a swift breeze hath flown ? And the stars answer'd me , " We roll ...
... glad strains for man , by truth divine , made free ! A INVOCATION . NSWER me , burning stars of night ! Where is the Spirit gone That pass'd the reach of human sight , As a swift breeze hath flown ? And the stars answer'd me , " We roll ...
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Almighty art thou awful beauty beneath blessed blest breast breath breeze bright brow calm clouds dark dark wave dead death deep deep calm didst dost doth dread E'en earth earthly eternal fair faith Father fear feel flowers gaze glad gleam gloom glorious glory hath hear heart heaven heavenly Helon holy hope hope and fear hour human HYMN Joanna Baillie leper leprosy life's light lonely look Lord Lord Byron mercy midst mighty morning mortal mountain mysterious night o'er ocean pass'd path peace praise prayer rays rest rill round Saviour shade shadow shine silent Sir Robert Grant skies sleep smile soft solemn sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm strife SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY sweet tears tempest thee Thine Thou art Thou hast thoughts tomb tread Twas unto voice waves weary weep wind wings youth
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Page 144 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Page 203 - When we have run our passion's heat, Love hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, that mortal beauty chase, Still in a tree did end their race ; Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that she might laurel grow ; And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a nymph, but for a reed.
Page 191 - My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.
Page 204 - Casting the body's vest aside. My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light. Such was that happy Garden-state While man there walked without a mate: After a place so pure and sweet, What other help could yet be meet!
Page 4 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 214 - NEARER, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, — Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee...
Page 132 - Leave me, O love . . ." Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust, Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be; Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light, That doth both shine and give us sight to see.
Page 4 - As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron and maid, The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man— Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them.
Page 218 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy...
Page 36 - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.