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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... prayer has taken something from this vase shed on the heights of Jerufalem , wherewith to give forth their accents . The little Shepherd has become the Master of the facred choir of the Universe . There is not a worship on earth which ...
... prayer has taken something from this vase shed on the heights of Jerufalem , wherewith to give forth their accents . The little Shepherd has become the Master of the facred choir of the Universe . There is not a worship on earth which ...
Sida xii
... prayer and complaint of all humanity ! If we look back to that remote age when such songs refounded over the world ; if we confider that while the lyric poetry of all the most cultivated nations only fang of wine , love , blood , and ...
... prayer and complaint of all humanity ! If we look back to that remote age when such songs refounded over the world ; if we confider that while the lyric poetry of all the most cultivated nations only fang of wine , love , blood , and ...
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... Prayer 100 The fame 70 The fame 102 The Trinity 71 The fame 103 Morning Hymn 72 The fame 104 The fame 73 Savour 105 The fame 76 Evening Hymn 108 Christmas Epiphany 78 The fame 108 The fame 109 ODES . God . III Life The fame 115 The fame ...
... Prayer 100 The fame 70 The fame 102 The Trinity 71 The fame 103 Morning Hymn 72 The fame 104 The fame 73 Savour 105 The fame 76 Evening Hymn 108 Christmas Epiphany 78 The fame 108 The fame 109 ODES . God . III Life The fame 115 The fame ...
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... Prayer • Memory Ifrael . • Art The fame • Old Age The fame · The Church Woman • The Abbey Jumieges The fame Lebanon The fame Liberty The fame Correction The Catholick Faith Controverfy . Tradition The Soul The Sabbath Mufic . The fame ...
... Prayer • Memory Ifrael . • Art The fame • Old Age The fame · The Church Woman • The Abbey Jumieges The fame Lebanon The fame Liberty The fame Correction The Catholick Faith Controverfy . Tradition The Soul The Sabbath Mufic . The fame ...
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... prayer , the note of praise . Hushed be the moaning of the breeze ; The murmur of the waving trees : Be ftilled the foft , melodious note Of each aerial warbler's throat : Let tranquil æther , tranquil air , Attend the hymn , attend the ...
... prayer , the note of praise . Hushed be the moaning of the breeze ; The murmur of the waving trees : Be ftilled the foft , melodious note Of each aerial warbler's throat : Let tranquil æther , tranquil air , Attend the hymn , attend the ...
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Sida 130 - 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 70 - 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 72 - 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 108 - 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 149 - 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 102 - 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 100 - 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 160 - 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 72 - 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?