Horæ lyricæ: poems, sacred to devotion and piety. With a memoir of the author by R. Southey1837 |
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... his bill . How sweet the voice of pardon sounds ! Sweet the relief to deep distress ! 1 feel the balm that heals my wounds And all my powers adore the grace . THE HUMBLE ENQUIRY . A FRENCH SONNET IMITATED . Grand 12 LYRIC POEMS ,
... his bill . How sweet the voice of pardon sounds ! Sweet the relief to deep distress ! 1 feel the balm that heals my wounds And all my powers adore the grace . THE HUMBLE ENQUIRY . A FRENCH SONNET IMITATED . Grand 12 LYRIC POEMS ,
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... adore . Yet can those bolts of death , that cleave the flood To reach a rebel , pierce this sacred shroud , Ting'd in the vital stream of my Redeemer's blood . A HYMN OF PRAISE FOR THREE GREAT SALVATIONS , viz H 3 SACRED TO DEVOTION . 13.
... adore . Yet can those bolts of death , that cleave the flood To reach a rebel , pierce this sacred shroud , Ting'd in the vital stream of my Redeemer's blood . A HYMN OF PRAISE FOR THREE GREAT SALVATIONS , viz H 3 SACRED TO DEVOTION . 13.
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... that fearful name , Thy God and King : " Twas I that broke Thy bondage , and th ' Egyptian yoke ; Mine is the right to speak my will , And thine the duty to fulfil . Adore no God beside me , to provoke mine eyes 24 LYRIC POEMS ,
... that fearful name , Thy God and King : " Twas I that broke Thy bondage , and th ' Egyptian yoke ; Mine is the right to speak my will , And thine the duty to fulfil . Adore no God beside me , to provoke mine eyes 24 LYRIC POEMS ,
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Isaac Watts. Adore no God beside me , to provoke mine eyes ; Nor worship me in shapes and forms that men devise ; With rev'rence use my name , nor turn my words to jest ; Observe my Sabbath well , nor dare profane my rest ; Honour and ...
Isaac Watts. Adore no God beside me , to provoke mine eyes ; Nor worship me in shapes and forms that men devise ; With rev'rence use my name , nor turn my words to jest ; Observe my Sabbath well , nor dare profane my rest ; Honour and ...
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... adore my King , And pay the worship due . But pride , that busy sin , Spoils all that I perform : Curs'd pride , that creeps securely in , And swells a haughty worm . Thy glories I abate , Or praise thee with design ; Some of thy ...
... adore my King , And pay the worship due . But pride , that busy sin , Spoils all that I perform : Curs'd pride , that creeps securely in , And swells a haughty worm . Thy glories I abate , Or praise thee with design ; Some of thy ...
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adore Almighty angels Arian arms awful bear behold beneath blessed bliss blood breath bright charms cherubs Christ Christian clay cloud command darkness dear death delight divine dust dwell earth eternal everlasting eyes fair feeble feet fire flame flesh glory gospel grace guardian rocks Gunston happy haste heart heaven heavenly hell Hesiod holy honours immortal infinite ISAAC WATTS Israel Jesus JOSEPH CARYL joys King labours light Lord Lord Roscommon lose my breath mighty mind mortal mourn muse never numbers o'er pain passions piety Pindar pleasure poems poet pow'rs powers praise prophets Psalms RICKERBY rise roll round sacred saints Sarissa Saviour says scenes Scripture seas sense seraph shining sing Sir Richard Blackmore skies smile Socinianism song sorrows soul sound spirit stand stars sweet tears thee thine things thou thoughts throne thunder tongue Watts wind wings word worship
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Sida lx - Then the channels of waters were seen, and the foundations of the world were discovered at thy rebuke, O LORD, at the blast of the breath of thy nostrils.
Sida lix - It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers; that stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in: that bringeth the princes to nothing; he maketh the judges of the earth as vanity.
Sida xlix - Give me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.
Sida 113 - Glittering stones, and golden things, Wealth and honours that have wings, Ever fluttering to be gone, I could never call my own: Riches that the world bestows, She can take, and I can lose; But the treasures that are mine Lie afar beyond her line. When I view my spacious soul, And survey myself a whole, And enjoy myself alone, I'ma kingdom of my own.
Sida 43 - Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again ! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! Up to his Father's court he flies ; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies.
Sida lvi - Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up : it stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes; there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man be more pure than his Maker...
Sida lvii - But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
Sida lvii - I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
Sida lvii - To dwell in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks. Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
Sida xlix - They marked the footsteps that he trod, His zeal inspired their breast; And, following their incarnate God, Possess the promised rest. 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise For his own pattern given, While the long cloud of witnesses Show the same path to heaven.