Sabbath Recreations: Or, Select Poetry of a Religious KindOtis, Broaders, 1839 - 288 sivua |
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... shine , and there have shone , 139 Begin , my soul , the exalted lay ! 141 Behold the western evening light , Behold this ruin ! ' Twas a skull , Bereft of all , when hopeless care , 288 58 34 Beyond , beyond that boundless sea , 229 ...
... shine , and there have shone , 139 Begin , my soul , the exalted lay ! 141 Behold the western evening light , Behold this ruin ! ' Twas a skull , Bereft of all , when hopeless care , 288 58 34 Beyond , beyond that boundless sea , 229 ...
Sivu 59
... shine ? — To hew the rock or wear the gem Can nothing now avail to them ; But if the page of truth they sought , Or comfort to the mourner brought , These hands a richer meed shall claim , Than all that waits on wealth or fame . Avails ...
... shine ? — To hew the rock or wear the gem Can nothing now avail to them ; But if the page of truth they sought , Or comfort to the mourner brought , These hands a richer meed shall claim , Than all that waits on wealth or fame . Avails ...
Sivu 69
... shine . All soothed and subdued in the midst of the scene , God of Nature ! I cried , here Religion may kneel- This temple thou fillest ! —majestic , serene— On this turf let me worship ! —the GODHEAD I feel . " LOVE . THEY sin who tell ...
... shine . All soothed and subdued in the midst of the scene , God of Nature ! I cried , here Religion may kneel- This temple thou fillest ! —majestic , serene— On this turf let me worship ! —the GODHEAD I feel . " LOVE . THEY sin who tell ...
Sivu 74
... , And golden spoils allure , Unspotted still your garments shine , Your hands are ever pure . Whene'er you touch the poet's lyre , A loftier strain is heard ; Each ardent thought is yours alone , And every burning 74.
... , And golden spoils allure , Unspotted still your garments shine , Your hands are ever pure . Whene'er you touch the poet's lyre , A loftier strain is heard ; Each ardent thought is yours alone , And every burning 74.
Sivu 85
... shine . Thou art the voice of Hope : The music of the spheres- A song of blessings yet to come , A herald from my future home , My soul delighted hears : By sin deceived , By nature grieved , Still am I nearer rest than when I first ...
... shine . Thou art the voice of Hope : The music of the spheres- A song of blessings yet to come , A herald from my future home , My soul delighted hears : By sin deceived , By nature grieved , Still am I nearer rest than when I first ...
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amaranthine angels ATHEISM beams beauty beneath Bernard Barton bids bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom bowers breast breath bright brow calm Caroline Fry child clouds cold dark death DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB divine dust earth earthly Edmeston Emily Taylor eternal fade fair faith fear feel fire flowers gloom glorious glory glow grace grave grief hath hear heart heaven heavenly Herbert Knowles holy hope hour HYMN Israel life's light lonely Lord lyre mercy mighty mighty hand morn mortal mourn ne'er never night o'er pale peace praise prayer rest rill rise roll rose round Sabbath sacred Savior scene shade shine sigh silent skies sleep smile song soothe sorrow soul sound sphere spirit spring Star of Bethlehem stars storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought throne tomb tongue tread vale voice wakes wandering wave weep wind wings youth
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Sivu 275 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Sivu 274 - Thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these Thy lowest works : yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Sivu 202 - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
Sivu 113 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will...
Sivu 205 - With priest's and warrior's voice between, No portents now our foes' amaze — Forsaken Israel wanders lone; Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own. But, present, still though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day! Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray. And O, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night.
Sivu 176 - O'er mountain, tower, and town. Or, mirror'd in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the. eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Sivu 279 - These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee.
Sivu 167 - To heaven he led his followers' way ; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unveiling an immortal day. 3 " Come, wanderers, to my Father's home ; Come, all ye weary ones, and rest.
Sivu 81 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace.
Sivu 275 - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honor to the world's great Author rise...