The Sacred Lyre: Comprising Poems, Devotional, Moral and Preceptive : Including Many Original Pieces, with an Introduction and a Copious IndexRichard Griffin, 1828 - 360 páginas |
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Página 32
... comes , are flown ; And he who has but tears to give , Must weep those tears alone ; But thou wilt heal that broken ... Come brightly wafting through the gloom , One Peace - branch from above ? Then sorrow , touch'd by thee , grows ...
... comes , are flown ; And he who has but tears to give , Must weep those tears alone ; But thou wilt heal that broken ... Come brightly wafting through the gloom , One Peace - branch from above ? Then sorrow , touch'd by thee , grows ...
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... come to the west , His rays all are gold , and his beauties are best ; He paints the sky gay as he sinks to his rest ... comes nearer to finish his race , ike a fine setting sun , he looks richer in grace , And gives a sure hope at the ...
... come to the west , His rays all are gold , and his beauties are best ; He paints the sky gay as he sinks to his rest ... comes nearer to finish his race , ike a fine setting sun , he looks richer in grace , And gives a sure hope at the ...
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... comes to you and me , And the soul struggles to be free , - What should faith's eye enraptured see ? The glorious hopes of Calvary . Where will the ransom'd sinner gaze , ' Midst all the joy which heav'n displays , When thinking on his ...
... comes to you and me , And the soul struggles to be free , - What should faith's eye enraptured see ? The glorious hopes of Calvary . Where will the ransom'd sinner gaze , ' Midst all the joy which heav'n displays , When thinking on his ...
Página 81
... comes mellower from the dale ; And sweeter from the sky the gladsome lark Warbles his heaven - tun'd song ; the lulling brook Murmurs more gently down the deep - worn glen ; While from yon lowly roof , whose curling smoke O'ermounts the ...
... comes mellower from the dale ; And sweeter from the sky the gladsome lark Warbles his heaven - tun'd song ; the lulling brook Murmurs more gently down the deep - worn glen ; While from yon lowly roof , whose curling smoke O'ermounts the ...
Página 85
... set at nought : Would they another lot prefer ? Rejected be the thought ! No ! they will tread , while here below , The path their Master trod ; Content all honour to forego But that which comes from THE SACRED LYRE . 85 65.
... set at nought : Would they another lot prefer ? Rejected be the thought ! No ! they will tread , while here below , The path their Master trod ; Content all honour to forego But that which comes from THE SACRED LYRE . 85 65.
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Términos y frases comunes
adore agitation free angels beam beauty behold beneath BERNARD BARTON blessings blest bliss bloom breast breath bright calm clouds dæmons dark death divine dream dust e'er earth eternal ev'n ev'ry fair faith fear flowers glorious glory grace grave Greenock hail hand happy hath hear heart heath bells heaven heavenly hill holy hope hour HYMN immortal Jehovah King life's light Lord lov'd lyre mercy midnight wind midst mind morn mortal mourn ne'er never night o'er pain peace pow'r praise prayer PSALM reign rest rise round sacred Saviour scene Scots Worthies seem'd seraph shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars storm SUMMER HYMN sweet Sweet day tear tempest tempted danger thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne tomb trembling Twas vex'd voice wave weep wings
Pasajes populares
Página 70 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war : These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 9 - But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Página 207 - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
Página 52 - Hark, they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Página 326 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Página 352 - Mine is an unchanging love, higher than the heights above, deeper than the depths beneath, free and faithful, strong as death. 5 'Thou shalt see my glory soon, when the work of grace is done ; partner of my throne shalt be : say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?
Página 206 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant in sign of worship wave.
Página 67 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.
Página 84 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! 727 Psalm 60.
Página 9 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.