The Harp and the Cross: A Collection of Religious PoetryAmerican Unitarian Association, 1867 - 348 pagini |
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angels Arouse thee Baby Carl beauty Behold BERNARD BARTON Bethpeor blessed blest bosom breast breath bright brow calm canopy of love CHARLES MACKAY child Christ clouds COMMUNION HYMN crown dark dear death deep divine doth dreams dying band earth earthly EBENEZER ELLIOTT eternal eyes fair faith Father fear flowers gaze gleam glory glow God's GOLDEN LEGEND grace grave grief hallows heath hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope Hosanna hour HYMN Jesus life's light live Lord MADAME GUYON mercy morning night o'er peace praise prayer pure rest round SACRED OFFERING Saviour shadow shine SHIRAZ sigh sing Sir Launfal smile solemn song SONNET sorrow soul stars strife sweet SYLVESTER JUDD tears thine Thou art thou hast thought toil tomb trust truth unto voice weary weep whispers wilt wing wonder words YEAR'S DAY
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Pagina 268 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Pagina 88 - And he was withdrawn from them about a stone's cast, and kneeled down, and prayed, saying, Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me : nevertheless, not my will, but thine be done.
Pagina 144 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Pagina 53 - This was the truest warrior That ever buckled sword, This the most gifted poet That ever breathed a word; And never earth's philosopher Traced with his golden pen, On the deathless page, truths half so sage As he wrote down for men.
Pagina 259 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Pagina 337 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Pagina 109 - And Jesus said unto them, Verily I say unto you, That ye which have followed me, in the regeneration when the Son of man shall sit in the throne of his glory, ye also shall sit upon twelve thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel.
Pagina 148 - E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to Thee. 2 Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to Thee.
Pagina 11 - God might have made the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak tree and the cedar tree, Without a flower at all. He might have made enough, enough, For every want of ours ; For luxury, medicine and toil And yet have made no flowers.
Pagina 62 - Twas in the calm and silent night! The Senator of haughty Rome Impatient urged his chariot's flight, From lordly revel rolling home: Triumphal arches, gleaming, swell His breast with thoughts of boundless sway: What recked the Roman what befell A paltry province far away, In the solemn midnight, Centuries ago?