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... Fome Faith and Bone 6 90 92 DoniumATINA ContaTmani . Prayer for Contentmani The Night - blowing , Careus , The Fest Home 40 Pegyer to Dic England 30 Nations . Anthem . Change of Seasons Early Piety 1 Love Never Faileth 2.
... Fome Faith and Bone 6 90 92 DoniumATINA ContaTmani . Prayer for Contentmani The Night - blowing , Careus , The Fest Home 40 Pegyer to Dic England 30 Nations . Anthem . Change of Seasons Early Piety 1 Love Never Faileth 2.
Pagina
... Prayer for a Little Child . PAGE 51 52 52 The Destruction of Jerusalem 4 My Father's Name The Soldier's Funeral ..... 5 The Loss of Friends The Homes of England . 6 The Christian Pauper's Death - bed . 56 Extract from an Elegy written ...
... Prayer for a Little Child . PAGE 51 52 52 The Destruction of Jerusalem 4 My Father's Name The Soldier's Funeral ..... 5 The Loss of Friends The Homes of England . 6 The Christian Pauper's Death - bed . 56 Extract from an Elegy written ...
Pagina 3
... ; For beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb , It is there , it is there , my child ! MRS . HEMANS . THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM . Jeremiah xix .; xxxiii . B 2 3 Heaven or the Better Land Prayer for a Little Child PAGE 51 52 52.
... ; For beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb , It is there , it is there , my child ! MRS . HEMANS . THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM . Jeremiah xix .; xxxiii . B 2 3 Heaven or the Better Land Prayer for a Little Child PAGE 51 52 52.
Pagina 13
... prayer , However short or long it be , We need but little care ; Because Eternity will last , When life , and death itself , are past . J. TAYLOR . THE CHURCH TRIUMPHANT . WHO are these around the throne , 66 Singing to their harps of ...
... prayer , However short or long it be , We need but little care ; Because Eternity will last , When life , and death itself , are past . J. TAYLOR . THE CHURCH TRIUMPHANT . WHO are these around the throne , 66 Singing to their harps of ...
Pagina 20
... the little throng Of humble saints , and join their prayers ; And in their sweet melodious song , I love to blend my voice with theirs . Their wing'd devotions warmly breath'd , Like incense from the 20 The Sabbath Morn.
... the little throng Of humble saints , and join their prayers ; And in their sweet melodious song , I love to blend my voice with theirs . Their wing'd devotions warmly breath'd , Like incense from the 20 The Sabbath Morn.
Termeni și expresii frecvente
angel Art Thou ask'd beauty behold beneath beneath the sky BERNARD BARTON bless blest bliss bloom breath breeze bright celestial child dead dear death deep delight DESCRIPTIVE POETRY dust to dust dwell Earth to earth earthly eternal fair Father Father's Name flood flowers glorious glory grace grave green happiest happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy homes of England hour humble Israel Jesus Learn to labour life's light live Lord loves me best MILLENNIAL SABBATH mountains moving heart night night into morning o'er pass'd path peace perfect bliss praise pray prayer reign rest rise round sabbath bell sacred Saviour's shine shore sleep smile song soul Speak gently spirit star by star storm stormy tempests blow strange hills sweet tear tell thee thine Thou art thought throne Thy neighbour toil tomb trees Twas voice
Pasaje populare
Pagina 73 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Pagina 33 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white, then melts forever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Pagina 34 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Pagina 37 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Pagina 43 - They sin who tell us love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell; Earthly these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth. But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.