Lyra sacra, being a collection of hymns ancient and modern, odes and fragments of sacred poetry, compiled and ed. by B.W. SavileBourchier Wrey Savile 1861 |
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... see Him not , yet believing , we rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory . " If this thought be confoling during our pilgrim ftate , that the faithful will take nothing with them into their everlasting home above , save that ...
... see Him not , yet believing , we rejoice with joy unspeakable and full of glory . " If this thought be confoling during our pilgrim ftate , that the faithful will take nothing with them into their everlasting home above , save that ...
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... see the almost inarticulate enthusiasm of the lyric poet ; fo rapidly do the words prefs to his lips , floating upwards to God their fource , like the smoke of a great fire of the foul wafted by the tempeft . Here we fee David , or ...
... see the almost inarticulate enthusiasm of the lyric poet ; fo rapidly do the words prefs to his lips , floating upwards to God their fource , like the smoke of a great fire of the foul wafted by the tempeft . Here we fee David , or ...
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... enemies to fhame : Strength to them that elfe had halted , Eyes to blind , and feet to lame . Jefu , we Thy name adoring , Long to see Thee as Thou art ; Of Thy clemency imploring So to write it in our 16 Glorious Salbation .
... enemies to fhame : Strength to them that elfe had halted , Eyes to blind , and feet to lame . Jefu , we Thy name adoring , Long to see Thee as Thou art ; Of Thy clemency imploring So to write it in our 16 Glorious Salbation .
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... fly ! Shepherd , Thou Thy fheep , thus ranfomed , To Thy country lead on high ; Where for ever in fruition I may see Thee eye to eye ! PETER DAMIAN , 11th Cent . XV . CHRIST . HEAD , fo full of bruifes c 3 The Last Day . 21.
... fly ! Shepherd , Thou Thy fheep , thus ranfomed , To Thy country lead on high ; Where for ever in fruition I may see Thee eye to eye ! PETER DAMIAN , 11th Cent . XV . CHRIST . HEAD , fo full of bruifes c 3 The Last Day . 21.
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... see thee , Ev'n here thy walls difcern ; To thee my thoughts are kindled , And strive , and pant , and yearn . Jerufalem the only That look'ft from Heav'n below , For thee is all my glory , In me is all my woe . And though my body may ...
... see thee , Ev'n here thy walls difcern ; To thee my thoughts are kindled , And strive , and pant , and yearn . Jerufalem the only That look'ft from Heav'n below , For thee is all my glory , In me is all my woe . And though my body may ...
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Página 132 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Página 72 - 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 74 - Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Página 110 - 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.
Página 151 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Página 104 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Página 102 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Página 25 - For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep. The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest.
Página 162 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 74 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?