The Christian's Book of Gems: A Selection of Sacred PoetryW.S. Orr, 1840 - 288ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... bear his pris'ner far away ! Then shall I need thy light no more , For nothing shall be then conceal'd ; When I have reach'd the heavenly shore , The Lord himself will stand reveal'd . When midst the throng celestial placed , The bright ...
... bear his pris'ner far away ! Then shall I need thy light no more , For nothing shall be then conceal'd ; When I have reach'd the heavenly shore , The Lord himself will stand reveal'd . When midst the throng celestial placed , The bright ...
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... bear , With silent strings neglected hung On willow trees that wither'd there . Meanwhile our foes , who all conspired To triumph in our slavish wrongs , Music and mirth of us required , Come , sing us one of Zion's songs . " How shall ...
... bear , With silent strings neglected hung On willow trees that wither'd there . Meanwhile our foes , who all conspired To triumph in our slavish wrongs , Music and mirth of us required , Come , sing us one of Zion's songs . " How shall ...
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... bear and lion's paw , And from the spear of giant Philistine ; Who victory to Israel gave , and sent Confusion and defeat on all her foes . He sang of Judah's bondage , and the way God led them through the desert's pathless waste , - Of ...
... bear and lion's paw , And from the spear of giant Philistine ; Who victory to Israel gave , and sent Confusion and defeat on all her foes . He sang of Judah's bondage , and the way God led them through the desert's pathless waste , - Of ...
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... bear us from winter and turn us from gloom . O learn from the season a lesson of truth , While now in the morning and spring - time of youth , Let the life - giving breeze be received in your soul , And your heart shall expand and your ...
... bear us from winter and turn us from gloom . O learn from the season a lesson of truth , While now in the morning and spring - time of youth , Let the life - giving breeze be received in your soul , And your heart shall expand and your ...
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... -mingle not With aught that thou shalt find , Which may its lingering brightness blot , Or chase it from thy mind . Despatch whatever must be done ; Life hath a load to bear , Which may be borne ; a path to run , BOOK OF GEMS . 37.
... -mingle not With aught that thou shalt find , Which may its lingering brightness blot , Or chase it from thy mind . Despatch whatever must be done ; Life hath a load to bear , Which may be borne ; a path to run , BOOK OF GEMS . 37.
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252 ÆäÀÌÁö - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
212 ÆäÀÌÁö - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
114 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
216 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing, they are lost and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man. His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer and his will to serve.
217 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
133 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem.
58 ÆäÀÌÁö - DIM as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wandering travellers, Is Reason to the soul : and as on high, Those rolling fires discover but the sky, Not light us here ; so Reason's glimmering ray I Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way, But guide us upward to a better day.
114 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.
149 ÆäÀÌÁö - O'er mountain tower and town, Or mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down. As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam.
247 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfum'd with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew, Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save.