Hymns of the Ages: third seriesTicknor and Fields, 1865 - 331 pagini |
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Pagina 10
... Seeking through weary years a rest Within our hearts to find ; How late thy bright and awful brow Breaks through these clouds of fin ! Hail , Truth Divine ! we know thee now , Angel of God , come in ! Come , though with purifying fire ...
... Seeking through weary years a rest Within our hearts to find ; How late thy bright and awful brow Breaks through these clouds of fin ! Hail , Truth Divine ! we know thee now , Angel of God , come in ! Come , though with purifying fire ...
Pagina 27
... Seek , soldier ! pilgrim ! seek thine home , Revealed in sacred lore ; The land whence pilgrims never roam , Where soldiers war no more ; Where grief fhall never wound , nor death Disturb the Saviour's reign ; Nor fin , with ...
... Seek , soldier ! pilgrim ! seek thine home , Revealed in sacred lore ; The land whence pilgrims never roam , Where soldiers war no more ; Where grief fhall never wound , nor death Disturb the Saviour's reign ; Nor fin , with ...
Pagina 36
... seek ftrength above . Child , take my hand , Cling close to me ; I'll lead thee through the land ; Truft my all - seeing care ; so fhalt thou ftand ' Midft glory bright above . My footsteps seem to flide ! Child , only raise Thine eye ...
... seek ftrength above . Child , take my hand , Cling close to me ; I'll lead thee through the land ; Truft my all - seeing care ; so fhalt thou ftand ' Midft glory bright above . My footsteps seem to flide ! Child , only raise Thine eye ...
Pagina 55
... SEEK YE THE LIVING AMONG THE DEAD ? Α Arrow o'er the H ! why fhould bitter tears be shed In sorrow o'er the mounded sod , When verily there are no dead Of all the children of our God ? They who are loft to outward sense Have but flung ...
... SEEK YE THE LIVING AMONG THE DEAD ? Α Arrow o'er the H ! why fhould bitter tears be shed In sorrow o'er the mounded sod , When verily there are no dead Of all the children of our God ? They who are loft to outward sense Have but flung ...
Pagina 58
... Seek for ease , but seek in vain ; Ye , whose swollen and fleepless eyes Watch to see the morning rise ; Ye , by fiercer anguish torn , In remorse for guilt who mourn ; Here repose your heavy care ! Conscience wounded who can bear ...
... Seek for ease , but seek in vain ; Ye , whose swollen and fleepless eyes Watch to see the morning rise ; Ye , by fiercer anguish torn , In remorse for guilt who mourn ; Here repose your heavy care ! Conscience wounded who can bear ...
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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.