Heavenward: A Collection of Hymns and Poems of ConsolationAnson D.F. Randolph, 1867 - 497 sidor |
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... spirit's deep recesses , sinless to each other shown , - Unity of will and purpose , heart and mind forever one . Divers as their varied labors , the rewards to each that fall , But Love , what she loves in others , evermore her own ...
... spirit's deep recesses , sinless to each other shown , - Unity of will and purpose , heart and mind forever one . Divers as their varied labors , the rewards to each that fall , But Love , what she loves in others , evermore her own ...
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... in Shall then be seen and known , And they that know and see Him , Shall have Him for their own . There Jesus shall embrace us , There Jesus be embraced- THE CELESTIAL COUNTRY . That spirit's food and sunshine Whence.
... in Shall then be seen and known , And they that know and see Him , Shall have Him for their own . There Jesus shall embrace us , There Jesus be embraced- THE CELESTIAL COUNTRY . That spirit's food and sunshine Whence.
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... spirit's food and sunshine Whence earthly love is chased . Amidst the happy chorus , A place however low , Shall show Him us , and , showing , Shall satiate evermo . For thee , O dear , dear Country ! Mine eyes their vigils keep : For ...
... spirit's food and sunshine Whence earthly love is chased . Amidst the happy chorus , A place however low , Shall show Him us , and , showing , Shall satiate evermo . For thee , O dear , dear Country ! Mine eyes their vigils keep : For ...
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... woe ; And though my body may not , My spirit seeks thee fain- Till flesh and earth return me To earth and flesh again . O mine , my golden Syon ! O lovelier far than gold , HERE AND THERE . With laurel - girt battalions And.
... woe ; And though my body may not , My spirit seeks thee fain- Till flesh and earth return me To earth and flesh again . O mine , my golden Syon ! O lovelier far than gold , HERE AND THERE . With laurel - girt battalions And.
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... . There no discord jars the air- Harmony is perfect There ! When this aching heart shall rest , All its busy pulses o'er , From her mortal robes undrest Shall my spirit upward soar . HERE AND THERE . Then shall unimagined joy All my.
... . There no discord jars the air- Harmony is perfect There ! When this aching heart shall rest , All its busy pulses o'er , From her mortal robes undrest Shall my spirit upward soar . HERE AND THERE . Then shall unimagined joy All my.
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Adam of St angel art thou Ave Maris Stella beauty blessed blest bliss breast breath bright brow calm celestial cherub band Christ clouds crown dark dead dear Death deep doth dreams dust dust to dust dwell earth earthly eternal evermore eyes fade fair faith fear flowers forever gates George Wither glad glorious glory golden grave grief HALLOWED GROUND hand hath HAUNTED PALACE hear heart Heaven heavenly holy hope hour immortal Jean Ingelow Jesus land life's light little longer living look Lord morning mortal mourn Nearer never night o'er pale Paul Gerhardt peace prayer rest river round saints Saviour seraph shadows shalt shining shore sighs silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars stream sweet tears tempests thee thine Thou art thought throne toil tomb voice wait watch weary weep wings
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Sida 267 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody?
Sida 265 - How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant ! They for us fight ; they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us plant ; And all for love and nothing for reward : Oh why should heavenly God to men have such regard) THE SEASONS.
Sida 434 - All, all are goue, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man ; Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly ; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful schooldays — All, all are gone, the .old familiar faces.
Sida 431 - In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion, It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair! Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago...
Sida 107 - FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon ; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Sida 393 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now? One 'midst the forest of the west, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Sida 300 - E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, — Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee...
Sida 435 - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I loved a love once, fairest among women ; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man; Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.