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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... Polished well these ftones elect , In their places now compacted By the mighty Architect ; Who therewith hath willed for ever That His palace should be decked . The Heavenly Jerusalem . 13 Chrift is made the fure 12 The Heavenly Jerusalem .
... Polished well these ftones elect , In their places now compacted By the mighty Architect ; Who therewith hath willed for ever That His palace should be decked . The Heavenly Jerusalem . 13 Chrift is made the fure 12 The Heavenly Jerusalem .
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... should look , poor wanderers , To have our home on high ! That worms fhould feek for dwellings Beyond the starry sky ! And now we fight the battle , And then we wear the crown Of full and everlasting And paffionless renown . Then glory ...
... should look , poor wanderers , To have our home on high ! That worms fhould feek for dwellings Beyond the starry sky ! And now we fight the battle , And then we wear the crown Of full and everlasting And paffionless renown . Then glory ...
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... should come : " . " Tis not " the Chrift the Lord : " . With fix'd adoring look The choir of Angels caught the word , Nor yet their filence broke ; But when they heard the fign , where Christ should be , In fudden light they shone and ...
... should come : " . " Tis not " the Chrift the Lord : " . With fix'd adoring look The choir of Angels caught the word , Nor yet their filence broke ; But when they heard the fign , where Christ should be , In fudden light they shone and ...
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... , thou hadst not died , Our dear , fweet child ! Humbly we bow to fate's decree , Yet had we hoped that time should fee Thee mourn for us , not us for thee , Cafa Wappy ! Do what I may , go where I will , 126 The Departed Child .
... , thou hadst not died , Our dear , fweet child ! Humbly we bow to fate's decree , Yet had we hoped that time should fee Thee mourn for us , not us for thee , Cafa Wappy ! Do what I may , go where I will , 126 The Departed Child .
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... should gain . " Fain would I catch a hymn of love From the angels ' harps which ring above ; And fing it , as my parting breath Quivered and expired in death ; So that those on earth might hear The harp - notes of another sphere , And ...
... should gain . " Fain would I catch a hymn of love From the angels ' harps which ring above ; And fing it , as my parting breath Quivered and expired in death ; So that those on earth might hear The harp - notes of another sphere , And ...
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angels art thou aſk beauty behold BISHOP HEBER bleffed bleft blifs breaft breath bright Cafa Wappy Chrift clouds darkneſs death divine doft doth dreft duft earth endleſs eternal EUPOLIS everlaſting eyes facred faid faint Faith fear fecret feem fhade fhall fhed fhine fhould fighs fight filent fing firft firſt fleep fmile foar foft fome fong forrow foul ftand ftars ftill ftorm ftreams fweet glorious glory grace grave Hallelujah hath heart Heaven heavenly Himſelf holy hope hymn Jefus Jerufalem laft laſt life's light live Lord mercy moft mufic muft night o'er paffed paſt peace PETER DAMIAN pleaſure praiſe prayer preſence raiſe reft rife Saviour ſcenes Sea of Galilee ſhall ſkies ſky ſpeak ſphere ſpirit ſpread ſpring ſtars ſtill ſweet SYNESIUS tears Thee theſe thine thofe thoſe Thou art thought thouſand throne Thy love vifion voice volo weep whofe whoſe wings
Pasajes populares
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?