The Christian's Book of Gems: A Selection of Sacred PoetryW.S. Orr, 1840 - 288 pages |
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... Star 159 The Evening Sun The Exile Feist 94 Barton 164 The Exile The Farewell The First Wanderer The Good Explore Hemans 266 287 226 Byron 125 The Heart The Heavenly Rest C. Swain 206 245 The Heavenly Vision The Immortality of the Soul ...
... Star 159 The Evening Sun The Exile Feist 94 Barton 164 The Exile The Farewell The First Wanderer The Good Explore Hemans 266 287 226 Byron 125 The Heart The Heavenly Rest C. Swain 206 245 The Heavenly Vision The Immortality of the Soul ...
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... Star of Bethlehem The Star of the Morning The Stars The Still Small Voice • Rev. T. Dale 186 • Hemans 199 • Mrs. Wilson 239 Marriot 172 Brown 209 Barton 83 · Miss Jewsbury 173 • Mrs. Hemans 267 132 142 Mrs. Hemans 276 Comb 200 The ...
... Star of Bethlehem The Star of the Morning The Stars The Still Small Voice • Rev. T. Dale 186 • Hemans 199 • Mrs. Wilson 239 Marriot 172 Brown 209 Barton 83 · Miss Jewsbury 173 • Mrs. Hemans 267 132 142 Mrs. Hemans 276 Comb 200 The ...
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... star which speaks them near , Like that of Bethlehem , Is life and light ! —its rise more dear Than crown or diadem . But when the morning's prime is past , And worldly cares are rife , May thy soul's harmony outlast The daily din of ...
... star which speaks them near , Like that of Bethlehem , Is life and light ! —its rise more dear Than crown or diadem . But when the morning's prime is past , And worldly cares are rife , May thy soul's harmony outlast The daily din of ...
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... star gilds the gloom , Again the bow'rs of Eden bloom ! O Zion ! lift thy raptured eye , The long - expected hour is nigh ; The joys of nature rise again , The Prince of Salem comes to reign . MY GRAVE ! FAR from the city's ceaseless ...
... star gilds the gloom , Again the bow'rs of Eden bloom ! O Zion ! lift thy raptured eye , The long - expected hour is nigh ; The joys of nature rise again , The Prince of Salem comes to reign . MY GRAVE ! FAR from the city's ceaseless ...
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... uplift thine eyes , Though dark the evening shadows roll , And daylight beauty dies ; One sun is set- -a thousand more Their rounds of glory run , Where science leads thee to explore In every star a 50 THE CHRISTIAN'S.
... uplift thine eyes , Though dark the evening shadows roll , And daylight beauty dies ; One sun is set- -a thousand more Their rounds of glory run , Where science leads thee to explore In every star a 50 THE CHRISTIAN'S.
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angels ask'd beams beauty beneath blessed blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright calm clouds dark dead dear death delight despair divine doth dream dwell earth earthly Edmeston eternal fair faith farewell fear flowers friends Giles Fletcher gloom glorious glory grace grave grief H. F. Lyte happy hath heart heaven Heaven's open heavenly holy HONEST MAN'S FORTUNE hope hour Jehovah Jesus land life's light live lone Lord love ye mercy mighty Wanderer morn mountains nature's ne'er night o'er Oh Mercy pass'd peace praise pray prayer pride raptured raven's nest rise round Sabbath saints Saul the king Saviour shine sight sing sink to thy skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star Star of Bethlehem storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne thundering bands tomb voice weep wild wings
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Page 252 - 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.
Page 212 - 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...
Page 114 - 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.
Page 216 - 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.
Page 217 - 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?
Page 133 - 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.
Page 58 - 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.
Page 114 - 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.
Page 149 - 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.
Page 247 - 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.