Hymns and AnthemsC. Fox, 1845 - 107 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα xxxiii
... dust to dust ' s restored , My soul shall float on airy wing , How shall thy glorious name adored Inspire her feeble voice to sing ! To thee I breathe my humble strain , Grateful for XXXI .
... dust to dust ' s restored , My soul shall float on airy wing , How shall thy glorious name adored Inspire her feeble voice to sing ! To thee I breathe my humble strain , Grateful for XXXI .
Σελίδα xxxvi
... That , copying thy mercy here , Thy goodness may hereafter rear Our souls into thy glory , when Our dust shall cease to be with men . LOWLY and solemn be Thy children's cry to thee , Blind unbelief is sure to err, ...
... That , copying thy mercy here , Thy goodness may hereafter rear Our souls into thy glory , when Our dust shall cease to be with men . LOWLY and solemn be Thy children's cry to thee , Blind unbelief is sure to err, ...
Σελίδα lx
... Dust thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken of the soul . Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime ; And , departing , leave behind us Footsteps on the sands of time ; Footsteps that , perhaps , another ...
... Dust thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken of the soul . Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime ; And , departing , leave behind us Footsteps on the sands of time ; Footsteps that , perhaps , another ...
Σελίδα lxx
... through prison - bars Up to the stars ; Or , true to the Almighty plan , That out of dust created man , Thou lookest in a grave , —to see Thine immortality ! How happy is he born and taught , Who serveth The Christ, in piety assured, ...
... through prison - bars Up to the stars ; Or , true to the Almighty plan , That out of dust created man , Thou lookest in a grave , —to see Thine immortality ! How happy is he born and taught , Who serveth The Christ, in piety assured, ...
Σελίδα lxxiv
... dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade : Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust . Ꭰ WHAT'S hallowed ground ? Has earth a clod Its Maker Thus he moves from stage to stage, ...
... dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade : Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust . Ꭰ WHAT'S hallowed ground ? Has earth a clod Its Maker Thus he moves from stage to stage, ...
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adored Arouse thee beam become eternity Blessed be thy blest breast breath bright chain of love Christ dark dead death deed divine doth dreams dust dwell earth evermore faith Father Father divine feel flowers flows darkling footfall footsteps gentle gloom glorious glory glows golden Golden ear grace grave grief Hallelujah hallowed happy hast hath heart Thy soul heaven heavenly holy hope hour human heart Hymns and Anthems immortal lisp Lord lyre mercies are sure mercies aye endure Miserere morning mourn Nature's Nearer to thee night o'er peace rest round sacred sage shade shew shine sing skies sleep song of praise sorrow soul shall save spirit stars sublime sweet Teach tears temples There's thine own heart thou art thought throne Thy mercy endureth thy name tide Truth to thine unto voice wave weary weep winds wisdom worship
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα lx - IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Σελίδα lxxv - How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Σελίδα 7 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Σελίδα lxxii - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Σελίδα xliii - God before her moved, An awful guide, in smoke and flame. By day, along the astonished lands The cloudy pillar glided slow ; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow.
Σελίδα lxxxix - Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee: E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to Thee.
Σελίδα cxlv - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Σελίδα cxxxvi - But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.
Σελίδα 5 - LET us, with a gladsome mind, Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Σελίδα liv - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T