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 6
... wave impregned with bleffing flows , The Lethe of terreftrial woes- Bend lowly at thy Father's fhrine , To earth the cares of earth refign , And rife to life and joy divine ; To dwell in union with thy God ; perchance A God thyfelf to ...
... wave impregned with bleffing flows , The Lethe of terreftrial woes- Bend lowly at thy Father's fhrine , To earth the cares of earth refign , And rife to life and joy divine ; To dwell in union with thy God ; perchance A God thyfelf to ...
Sida 46
... waves a conflict make , Though earth's foundations reel and shake , We need not feel alarm . A peaceful river foftly flows In tranquil ftreams to gladden those Who put their truft in God ; Within His holy place they feel The comfort of ...
... waves a conflict make , Though earth's foundations reel and shake , We need not feel alarm . A peaceful river foftly flows In tranquil ftreams to gladden those Who put their truft in God ; Within His holy place they feel The comfort of ...
Sida 57
... are waging , And finful temptations my mind are engaging , Be Thy arm my fupport , and if virtue fhould fhrink , Uphold the weak nature , which haply might fink . When my foul is o'erwhelm'd by the waves of diftress. God the Father . 57.
... are waging , And finful temptations my mind are engaging , Be Thy arm my fupport , and if virtue fhould fhrink , Uphold the weak nature , which haply might fink . When my foul is o'erwhelm'd by the waves of diftress. God the Father . 57.
Sida 58
Bourchier Wrey Savile. When my foul is o'erwhelm'd by the waves of diftress , And doubt and defpair my faint fpirits opprefs , May the Beacon of Faith , beaming bright from above , Guide my tempeft - toft bark to Thy harbour of love ...
Bourchier Wrey Savile. When my foul is o'erwhelm'd by the waves of diftress , And doubt and defpair my faint fpirits opprefs , May the Beacon of Faith , beaming bright from above , Guide my tempeft - toft bark to Thy harbour of love ...
Sida 72
... wave your tops , ye pines , With every plant , in fign of worship wave . Fountains , and ye that warble as ye flow , Melodious murmurs , warbling , tune His praise . Join voices , all ye living fouls : ye birds , That finging up to ...
... wave your tops , ye pines , With every plant , in fign of worship wave . Fountains , and ye that warble as ye flow , Melodious murmurs , warbling , tune His praise . Join voices , all ye living fouls : ye birds , That finging up to ...
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Lyra sacra, being a collection of hymns ancient and modern, odes ..., Utgåva 51 Bourchier Wrey Savile Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1862 |
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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?