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" Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? "
A Selection of Psalms and Hymns for Public and Private Use: Adapted to the ... - 197 ÆäÀÌÁö
ÀúÀÚ: Thomas Cotterill - 1829 - 207 ÆäÀÌÁö
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The Sacred Lyre, Comprising Poems, Devotional, Moral and Preceptive ...

1828 - 360 ÆäÀÌÁö
...the bliss, of dying ! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! Hark ! they whisper ; angels say. * Sister spirit, come away...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? — Tell me, my soul, can this be Death ? The world recedes, it disappears...
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The Universalist Hymn-book: A New Collection of Psalms and Hymns, for the ...

Hosea Ballou, Edward Turner - 1829 - 396 ÆäÀÌÁö
...the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! 2 Hark ! they whisper ! Angels say, Sister spirit, come away....world recedes — it disappears ! — Heaven opens pA my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring ; Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O grave...
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The Book of Common Prayer and Administration of the Sacrements...

1829
...strife, And let me languish into life. 3 Hark ! they whisper ! angels say, Pister spirit, come away Í. What is this absorbs me quite — Steals my senses,...3 The world recedes, it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my eats With sounds seraphic ring! LeJid, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! ¬° grave, where...
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The New Hymn Book: Designed for Universalist Societies

Sebastian Streeter, Russell Streeter - 1829 - 408 ÆäÀÌÁö
...the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! 2 Hark ! they whisper ! Angels say, Sister spirit, come away...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 3 The world recedes ; it disappears...
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The Home Book of Verse: American and English, 1580-1918

1918 - 4009 ÆäÀÌÁö
...pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! reast; And we will pray that from their spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can this be death? The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven...
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The Future Life: According to the Authority of Divine Revelation, the ...

Joseph Casimir Sasia - 1918 - 562 ÆäÀÌÁö
...pain, the bliss of dying ! Come, fond Nature, cease thy strife And let me languish into life ! Hark, they whisper — angels say: "Sister spirit, come...quite; Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 10 Rom. viii. 18. The world recedes,...
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An English Anthology of Prose and Poetry, Shewing the Main Stream of English ...

Sir Henry John Newbolt - 1922 - 1011 ÆäÀÌÁö
...pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark ! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away...quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath t Tell me, my soul, can this be Death t The world recedes ; it disappears...
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A Book of British and American Verse

Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig, Asa Don Dickinson - 1922 - 1908 ÆäÀÌÁö
...the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! * Hark ! they whisper ; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away...quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death? ia The world recedes ; it disappears...
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The Speaker, 4±Ç

1925
...pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life! Hark ! they whisper ; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away!...quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death? The world recedes; it disappears! Heav'n...
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American Writers and Compilers of Sacred Music

Frank Johnson Metcalf - 1925 - 373 ÆäÀÌÁö
...i!' absent relatives it will be a consolation to know that be was surrounded by the kindest friends. "What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my Dreath, Tell me, my soul, can this be death? Heaven opens on my eyes, my ears With sounds seraphic...
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