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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... 129 Woman The fame 130 The fame The fame Love • The fame 131 The Skylark · 132 The fame 133 The Coral Inle The fame • 134 The Mole Hill The fame 135 The Rain Drop Praise . Refurrection Greatness Faith Faith and Works . Hope xiv Contents .
... 129 Woman The fame 130 The fame The fame Love • The fame 131 The Skylark · 132 The fame 133 The Coral Inle The fame • 134 The Mole Hill The fame 135 The Rain Drop Praise . Refurrection Greatness Faith Faith and Works . Hope xiv Contents .
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... hill to valley flow . Arabia's defert ranger To Him fhall bow the knee ; The Ethiopian stranger , His glory come to fee : With offerings of devotion , Ships from the isles shall meet To pour the wealth of ocean In tribute at His feet ...
... hill to valley flow . Arabia's defert ranger To Him fhall bow the knee ; The Ethiopian stranger , His glory come to fee : With offerings of devotion , Ships from the isles shall meet To pour the wealth of ocean In tribute at His feet ...
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... hill or valley , fountain or fresh shade , Made vocal by my fong , and taught His praife . Hail , univerfal Lord ! be bounteous ftill To give us only good ; and if the night Have gathered aught of evil , or concealed , Disperse it , as ...
... hill or valley , fountain or fresh shade , Made vocal by my fong , and taught His praife . Hail , univerfal Lord ! be bounteous ftill To give us only good ; and if the night Have gathered aught of evil , or concealed , Disperse it , as ...
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... hills with praise ! Thou , too , hoar Mount , with thy fky - pointing peaks , Oft from whose feet the Avalanche , unheard , Shoots downward , glittering through the pure ferene Into the depths of clouds that veil thy breast . Thou , too ...
... hills with praise ! Thou , too , hoar Mount , with thy fky - pointing peaks , Oft from whose feet the Avalanche , unheard , Shoots downward , glittering through the pure ferene Into the depths of clouds that veil thy breast . Thou , too ...
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... hills , Thou dread ambaffador from earth to heaven , Great Hierarch ! tell thou the filent sky , And tell the ftars , and tell yon rifing fun , Earth , with her thousand voices , praises GOD . XVIII . COLERIDGE . MORNING HYMN . UES of ...
... hills , Thou dread ambaffador from earth to heaven , Great Hierarch ! tell thou the filent sky , And tell the ftars , and tell yon rifing fun , Earth , with her thousand voices , praises GOD . XVIII . COLERIDGE . MORNING HYMN . UES of ...
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Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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?