Hymns of the Ages: third seriesTicknor and Fields, 1865 - 331 pagini |
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Pagina 2
... And every land a Palestine . We lack but open eye and ear To find the Orient's marvels here , - The ftill small voice in autumn's hush , Yon maple wood the burning bush . For ftill the new transcends the old , In figns 2 In Time of War .
... And every land a Palestine . We lack but open eye and ear To find the Orient's marvels here , - The ftill small voice in autumn's hush , Yon maple wood the burning bush . For ftill the new transcends the old , In figns 2 In Time of War .
Pagina 4
... . Each paft Age of Gold was an iron age too , And the meekeft of saints may find ftern work to do In the day of the Lord at hand . Rev. Charles Kingsley . BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC . MINE eyes have seen 4 In Time of War .
... . Each paft Age of Gold was an iron age too , And the meekeft of saints may find ftern work to do In the day of the Lord at hand . Rev. Charles Kingsley . BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC . MINE eyes have seen 4 In Time of War .
Pagina 5
third series. BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC . MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightnings of His terrible swift ...
third series. BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC . MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightnings of His terrible swift ...
Pagina 10
... fear and falsehood fly . Anoint our eyes with healing grace , To see , as ne'er before , Our Father in our brother's face , Our Maker in His poor . Flood our dark life with golden day ; Convince , 10 In Time of War .
... fear and falsehood fly . Anoint our eyes with healing grace , To see , as ne'er before , Our Father in our brother's face , Our Maker in His poor . Flood our dark life with golden day ; Convince , 10 In Time of War .
Pagina 12
... risen ! No longer must the mourners weep , Nor call departed Chriftians dead ; For death is hallowed into fleep And every grave becomes a bed . Now once more Eden's door I 1 Open stands to mortal eyes ; ' For Chrift hath 12 In Time of War .
... risen ! No longer must the mourners weep , Nor call departed Chriftians dead ; For death is hallowed into fleep And every grave becomes a bed . Now once more Eden's door I 1 Open stands to mortal eyes ; ' For Chrift hath 12 In Time of War .
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angels aſk befide bleffed bleft bless bliss breaſt breath bright caft calm Charlotte Elliott cheer Chrift clouds comfort dark dear death divine doft doth earth eternal everlaſting eyes faith Father fear fhade fhadow fhall fhed fhine fhore fhould fighs fight filent fing fkies fleep flow flowers Frederick Faber ftars ftill ftorms ftream ftrength ftrife ftrong George Wither glory God's grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour Hufh HYMN Isaac Watts Jesus Joseph Addison laft life's light live Lord Madame Guyon mercy Miss A. A. morning muft muſt night o'er paft pain peace Philip Doddridge praise pray prayer reft reſt Robert Herrick Saviour ſhall ſhine Sir Robert Grant ſky smile song sorrow soul spirit ſtand ſtay ſtill suffering sweet tears Thee Thine Thou art thought throne Thy love truft truth voice weary William Cowper wilt wings word
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Pagina 239 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither : so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.
Pagina 112 - Only, O Lord, in thy dear love fit us for perfect rest above; and help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray.
Pagina 29 - Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world: Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on heavenly wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing.
Pagina 173 - I was a wandering sheep, I would not be controlled; But now I love my Shepherd's voice, I love, I love the fold. I was a wayward child, I once preferred to roam; But now I love my Father's voice, I love, I love His home.
Pagina 291 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Pagina 262 - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do, — Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
Pagina 111 - Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, As more of Heaven in each we see ; Some softening gleam of love and prayer Shall dawn on every cross and care.
Pagina 262 - 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.
Pagina 292 - Ah ! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above...
Pagina 171 - Other refuge have I none ; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee ; Leave, ah, leave me not alone ; Still support and comfort me.