Christian Lyrics: Chiefly Selected from Modern Authors

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F. Warne, 1872 - 616 pages

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Page 573 - And the heavy night hung dark, The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 24 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me, on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
Page 55 - I would help him but cannot, the wishes fall through. Could I wrestle to raise him from sorrow, grow poor to enrich, To fill up his life, starve my own out, I would — knowing which, I know that my service is perfect. Oh, speak through me now! Would I suffer for him that I love? So wouldst thou — so wilt thou ! So shall crown thee the topmost, ineffablest, uttermost crown — And thy love fill infinitude wholly, nor leave up nor down One spot for the creature to stand in!
Page 209 - Here in the body pent, Absent from him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Page 573 - CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night. Dayspring from on high, be near ; Daystar in my heart, appear.
Page 310 - HOLY, Holy, Holy ! LORD GOD Almighty ! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee : Holy, Holy, Holy ! Merciful and Mighty ! GOD in Three Persons, Blessed TRINITY...
Page 72 - I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro, Seeking for some great thing to do, Or secret thing to know; I would be treated as a child, And guided where I go.
Page 147 - There is no Death ! What seems so • is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule.
Page 491 - Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near ; Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
Page 78 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.

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