Songs of the Soul, Derived from the Writings of British, Continental, and Transatlantic Authors, Ancient and Modern1856 - 609 pages |
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... breathing miniature . Men call it death when mortals soar 197 196 201 207 200 • 203 205 209 210 212 Ministering Spirits Mother ! oh , where is that radiant shore ? 216 Ministering Angels Morning . . 214 217 NEVER sleep the sun up Not ...
... breathing miniature . Men call it death when mortals soar 197 196 201 207 200 • 203 205 209 210 212 Ministering Spirits Mother ! oh , where is that radiant shore ? 216 Ministering Angels Morning . . 214 217 NEVER sleep the sun up Not ...
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... underprize this life Thy mercy , Lord , is like the Morning Sun There is joy over one Sinner that repenteth The Voyage of Life 487 485 485 527 The Widow of Nain 525 PAGE The breath of Heaven must swell the Sail 515 xxiv CONTENTS .
... underprize this life Thy mercy , Lord , is like the Morning Sun There is joy over one Sinner that repenteth The Voyage of Life 487 485 485 527 The Widow of Nain 525 PAGE The breath of Heaven must swell the Sail 515 xxiv CONTENTS .
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Songs William White (bookseller). PAGE The breath of Heaven must swell the Sail 515 The joy of social Worship 514 The true Vine 520 • There is a world above where parting is unknown 526 The Christian 497 The pure in heart shall meet ...
Songs William White (bookseller). PAGE The breath of Heaven must swell the Sail 515 The joy of social Worship 514 The true Vine 520 • There is a world above where parting is unknown 526 The Christian 497 The pure in heart shall meet ...
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... breathing air- Though hailed as gods of old , and only less , Are not the Power I seek ; are thine , not thee ! I ask thee from the past : if , in the years , Since first intelligence could search its source , Or in some former ...
... breathing air- Though hailed as gods of old , and only less , Are not the Power I seek ; are thine , not thee ! I ask thee from the past : if , in the years , Since first intelligence could search its source , Or in some former ...
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... sod That copes the sheep - fold ring ; and in the woods A second blow of many flowers appears ; Flowers faintly tinged and breathing no perfume . C But fruits , not blossoms , form the woodland wreath FROM MINES OF THOUGHT . 17.
... sod That copes the sheep - fold ring ; and in the woods A second blow of many flowers appears ; Flowers faintly tinged and breathing no perfume . C But fruits , not blossoms , form the woodland wreath FROM MINES OF THOUGHT . 17.
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adore angels ANON beams beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss blossom breast breath bright brow child clouds crown dark death deep divine dost doth e'en earth earthly EDWARD YOUNG eternal fair faith Father fear FELICIA HEMANS flame flowers FRANCIS QUARLES gaze gentle glorious glory God's grace hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN HENRY VAUGHAN HENRY W Here's love holy hope hour hymn immortal JOHN KEBLE let thy life's light live Lord MATTHEW PRIOR mercy morning night o'er peace praise prayer pure rest ROBERT POLLOK round sacred Saviour shade shalt shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit stars sweet swelling tears thee thine THOMAS FLATMAN thou art thoughts throne Thy name tongue unto voice wave weary WILLIAM COWPER winds wings
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Page 521 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Page 532 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Page 117 - God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Page 177 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; 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.
Page 190 - New mercies each returning day Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Page 178 - On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. 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.
Page 363 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 113 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ! where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th...
Page 380 - The indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with his blood ; The couch of time ; care's balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light. Thy torch doth show the way.
Page 178 - 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.