The Poetical Works of William Cowper, 3. köideWilliam Pickering, 1831 |
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... Fair Lady ! whose harmonious name " Sonnet- " As on a hill - top rude , when closing day Canzone " They mock my toil - the nymphs and " . Sonnet To Charles Deodati . Sonnet- " Lady ! it cannot be but that thine eyes " 193 Sonnet ...
... Fair Lady ! whose harmonious name " Sonnet- " As on a hill - top rude , when closing day Canzone " They mock my toil - the nymphs and " . Sonnet To Charles Deodati . Sonnet- " Lady ! it cannot be but that thine eyes " 193 Sonnet ...
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... PRAISE THEE . Isaiah xii . 1 . I WILL praise thee every day Now thine anger's turn'd away ! Comfortable thoughts arise From the bleeding sacrifice . Here , in the fair gospel - field , Wells 8 HYMNS . O Lord, I will praise thee.
... PRAISE THEE . Isaiah xii . 1 . I WILL praise thee every day Now thine anger's turn'd away ! Comfortable thoughts arise From the bleeding sacrifice . Here , in the fair gospel - field , Wells 8 HYMNS . O Lord, I will praise thee.
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William Cowper. Here , in the fair gospel - field , Wells of free salvation yield Streams of life , a plenteous store , And my soul shall thirst no more . Jesus is become at length My salvation and my strength ; And his praises shall ...
William Cowper. Here , in the fair gospel - field , Wells of free salvation yield Streams of life , a plenteous store , And my soul shall thirst no more . Jesus is become at length My salvation and my strength ; And his praises shall ...
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... Fair abodes I build for you ; Thorns of heart - felt tribulation Shall no more perplex your ways : You shall name your walls , Salvation , And your gates shall all be praise . " There , like streams that feed the garden , 10 HYMNS . The ...
... Fair abodes I build for you ; Thorns of heart - felt tribulation Shall no more perplex your ways : You shall name your walls , Salvation , And your gates shall all be praise . " There , like streams that feed the garden , 10 HYMNS . The ...
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... Fair is the lot that's cast for me ; I have an Advocate with thee ; They whom the world caresses most Have no such privilege to boast . Poor though I am , despised , forgot , * Yet God , my God , forgets me not : And he is safe , and ...
... Fair is the lot that's cast for me ; I have an Advocate with thee ; They whom the world caresses most Have no such privilege to boast . Poor though I am , despised , forgot , * Yet God , my God , forgets me not : And he is safe , and ...
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Page 32 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will.
Page 44 - The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree ; And seem by Thy sweet bounty made For those who follow Thee.
Page 46 - SOMETIMES a light surprises ^ The Christian while he sings : It is the Lord who rises With healing in His wings. When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it, after rain.
Page 14 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Page 315 - Atlantic billows roared, When such a destined wretch as I, Washed headlong from on board, Of friends, of hope, of all bereft, His floating home for ever left.
Page 317 - No poet wept him : but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age, Is wet with Anson's tear. And tears by bards or heroes shed Alike immortalize the dead. I therefore purpose not, or dream, Descanting on his fate, To give the melancholy theme, A more enduring date. But misery still delights to trace Its 'semblance in another's case. No voice divine the storm allay'd, No- light propitious shone; When, snatch'd from all effectual aid, We perish'd each alone : But I beneath...
Page 250 - Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak. She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Page 32 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Page 29 - A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun ; It gives a light to every age, It gives, but borrows none. 3 The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Page 36 - GOD of my life, to Thee I call, Afflicted at thy feet I fall ; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail ! 2 Friend of the friendless, and the faint ! Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor...