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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Sida 5
... pure and hallowed way Up to their Father's realm of day . How bleft the foul , which having fled The toils that o'er its path were spread , At one light bound from matter springs , And feeks its God on Rapture's wings ! How bleft is he ...
... pure and hallowed way Up to their Father's realm of day . How bleft the foul , which having fled The toils that o'er its path were spread , At one light bound from matter springs , And feeks its God on Rapture's wings ! How bleft is he ...
Sida 12
... pure gold are fashioned . Bright with pearls her portal glitters ; It is open evermore : And by virtue of their merits There each faithful foul may foar Who , for Chrift's dear Name , in this world Pain and tribulation bore . Many a ...
... pure gold are fashioned . Bright with pearls her portal glitters ; It is open evermore : And by virtue of their merits There each faithful foul may foar Who , for Chrift's dear Name , in this world Pain and tribulation bore . Many a ...
Sida 18
... pure ; Crown'd in triumph's flushing honours , Joy in unifon fecure : And in fafety tell their battles , And their foes ' difcomfiture . Freed from every stain of evil , All their carnal wars are done ; For the flesh , made spiritual ...
... pure ; Crown'd in triumph's flushing honours , Joy in unifon fecure : And in fafety tell their battles , And their foes ' difcomfiture . Freed from every stain of evil , All their carnal wars are done ; For the flesh , made spiritual ...
Sida 35
... pure as faints above ! Well for him who all forfaking Walketh not in fhadows vain , But the path of peace is taking Through this vale of tears and pain ! Oh that we our hearts might sever From earth's tempting vanities ,. Fixing them on ...
... pure as faints above ! Well for him who all forfaking Walketh not in fhadows vain , But the path of peace is taking Through this vale of tears and pain ! Oh that we our hearts might sever From earth's tempting vanities ,. Fixing them on ...
Sida 61
... pure and free , All fplendour of the Cherubim , And holinefs of Seraphim , Is darkness when compared with Thee ! O Thou my pattern here , Make me Thy image bear ; My all in all , Oh , teach Thou me , And let me be , All pure and holy ...
... pure and free , All fplendour of the Cherubim , And holinefs of Seraphim , Is darkness when compared with Thee ! O Thou my pattern here , Make me Thy image bear ; My all in all , Oh , teach Thou me , And let me be , All pure and holy ...
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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?