Lays for the Sabbath: A Collection of Religious PoetryCrosby and Nichols, 1850 - 288ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... praise ; To Thee I consecrate my lays , To whom my powers belong ! These gifts upon thine altar strown , O God ! accept - accept thine own ; My gifts are Thine , -be Thine alone The glory of my song . In earth and ocean , sky and air ...
... praise ; To Thee I consecrate my lays , To whom my powers belong ! These gifts upon thine altar strown , O God ! accept - accept thine own ; My gifts are Thine , -be Thine alone The glory of my song . In earth and ocean , sky and air ...
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... praise him not ; Glory to God be given , Who sent him , like the radiant bow , His covenant of peace to show , Athwart the breaking storm to glow , Then vanish into heaven . O Church ! to whom that youth was dear , The angel of thy ...
... praise him not ; Glory to God be given , Who sent him , like the radiant bow , His covenant of peace to show , Athwart the breaking storm to glow , Then vanish into heaven . O Church ! to whom that youth was dear , The angel of thy ...
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... praise , And deep submission to Heaven's righteous ways . SONNET ON THE SABBATH MORN . WITH silent awe I hail the sacred morn , That scarcely wakes when all the fields are still ; A soothing calm on every breeze is borne , A graver ...
... praise , And deep submission to Heaven's righteous ways . SONNET ON THE SABBATH MORN . WITH silent awe I hail the sacred morn , That scarcely wakes when all the fields are still ; A soothing calm on every breeze is borne , A graver ...
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... praise - thou Lord above ! Thy praise - thy glory - and thy love . All things I see , or hear , or feel , Thy wisdom , goodness , power reveal . The silent crescent hung on high , So calmly sailing through the sky ; The lowliest flower ...
... praise - thou Lord above ! Thy praise - thy glory - and thy love . All things I see , or hear , or feel , Thy wisdom , goodness , power reveal . The silent crescent hung on high , So calmly sailing through the sky ; The lowliest flower ...
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... " RESIGNATION . O GOD ! whose thunder shakes the sky , Whose eye this atom - globe surveys , To thee , my only rock , I fly , Thy mercy in thy justice praise : - The mystic mazes of thy will , The shadows of 55 Resignation, Chatterton.
... " RESIGNATION . O GOD ! whose thunder shakes the sky , Whose eye this atom - globe surveys , To thee , my only rock , I fly , Thy mercy in thy justice praise : - The mystic mazes of thy will , The shadows of 55 Resignation, Chatterton.
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186 ÆäÀÌÁö - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
267 ÆäÀÌÁö - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing.
87 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best • His state Is kingly. Thousands at His bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest : They also serve who only stand and wait.
138 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, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew: Nor yet for the ravage of Winter I mourn ; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save. But when shall Spring visit the mouldering urn? O, when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?
265 ÆäÀÌÁö - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
171 ÆäÀÌÁö - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...
262 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
265 ÆäÀÌÁö - These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee.
203 ÆäÀÌÁö - But present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light! 101 Our harps we left by Babel's...
36 ÆäÀÌÁö - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set -but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...