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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... Maker left his Father , Left His bright and heavenly home , And proceeded , God Incarnate , From the Virgin's holy womb . Weeps the infant in the manger That in Bethlehem's ftable. 8 Redemption . Redemption ANCIENT HYMNS.
... Maker left his Father , Left His bright and heavenly home , And proceeded , God Incarnate , From the Virgin's holy womb . Weeps the infant in the manger That in Bethlehem's ftable. 8 Redemption . Redemption ANCIENT HYMNS.
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Bourchier Wrey Savile. Weeps the infant in the manger That in Bethlehem's ftable stands s ; And His limbs the Virgin Mother Doth compose in swaddling bands , Meetly thus in linen folding Of her God the feet and hands . Thirty years among ...
Bourchier Wrey Savile. Weeps the infant in the manger That in Bethlehem's ftable stands s ; And His limbs the Virgin Mother Doth compose in swaddling bands , Meetly thus in linen folding Of her God the feet and hands . Thirty years among ...
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... weep . The mention of Thy glory Is unction to the breast , And medicine in fickness , And love , and life , and rest . O one , O only mansion ! O Paradife of joy , Where tears are ever banished , And fmiles have no alloy . Befide thy ...
... weep . The mention of Thy glory Is unction to the breast , And medicine in fickness , And love , and life , and rest . O one , O only mansion ! O Paradife of joy , Where tears are ever banished , And fmiles have no alloy . Befide thy ...
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... weeping eyes ; And a heart at leifure from itself , To footh and fympathife . I would not have the reftlefs will That hurries to and fro , Seeking for fome great thing to do , Or fecret thing to know ; I would be treated as a child ...
... weeping eyes ; And a heart at leifure from itself , To footh and fympathife . I would not have the reftlefs will That hurries to and fro , Seeking for fome great thing to do , Or fecret thing to know ; I would be treated as a child ...
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... weeping nigh , The difmal pageant of the dead- These , these are not thy victory ! But from the much - loved world to part , Our luft untamed , our fpirit high , All nature ftruggling at the heart , Which , dying , feels it dare not die ...
... weeping nigh , The difmal pageant of the dead- These , these are not thy victory ! But from the much - loved world to part , Our luft untamed , our fpirit high , All nature ftruggling at the heart , Which , dying , feels it dare not die ...
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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?