The Harp and the Cross: A Collection of Religious PoetryWalker, Wise,, 1861 - 348 pages |
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... we read Of realms beyond the sky . Pillar of fire , through watches dark ! Of radiant cloud , by day ! When waves would whelm our tossing bark , Our anchor and our stay ! Pole - star on life's tempestuous deep ! Beacon ! 4 * 4.
... we read Of realms beyond the sky . Pillar of fire , through watches dark ! Of radiant cloud , by day ! When waves would whelm our tossing bark , Our anchor and our stay ! Pole - star on life's tempestuous deep ! Beacon ! 4 * 4.
Page 85
... stayed ? Breathe into me thy perfect love , And guide me to thy rest above ! COMMUNION HYMN . N. L. FROTHINGHAM . " And he took bread , and gave thanks . " THE Son of God gave thanks , Before the bread he broke : How high that calm ...
... stayed ? Breathe into me thy perfect love , And guide me to thy rest above ! COMMUNION HYMN . N. L. FROTHINGHAM . " And he took bread , and gave thanks . " THE Son of God gave thanks , Before the bread he broke : How high that calm ...
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... stay , Did not his gentle voice then seal The bond for thee and me , And give me for the coming time To be a son to thee ? O privilege of all most high ! O boon of all most dear ! Still , still , in sweet , sad memory That voice I seem ...
... stay , Did not his gentle voice then seal The bond for thee and me , And give me for the coming time To be a son to thee ? O privilege of all most high ! O boon of all most dear ! Still , still , in sweet , sad memory That voice I seem ...
Page 106
... stay ? Ah , no ! thy love is rightful love , From all self - seeking free ; The change that is such gain to him Can be no loss to thee ! " T is sweet to feel our Saviour's love , To feel his presence near ; Yet loyal love his glory ...
... stay ? Ah , no ! thy love is rightful love , From all self - seeking free ; The change that is such gain to him Can be no loss to thee ! " T is sweet to feel our Saviour's love , To feel his presence near ; Yet loyal love his glory ...
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... stay ! " Murmuring stream ! like a soft dream Goest thou stealing along , Pausing not in the shade or gleam , And this is thy ceaseless song : “ On , on , for ever and aye ! Down to the deep lieth my way : On , for I may not stay ! " ON ...
... stay ! " Murmuring stream ! like a soft dream Goest thou stealing along , Pausing not in the shade or gleam , And this is thy ceaseless song : “ On , on , for ever and aye ! Down to the deep lieth my way : On , for I may not stay ! " ON ...
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angels Arouse thee Baby Carl beam beauty behold BERNARD BARTON Bethpeor bless blest bosom breast breath bright brow calm canopy of love CHARLES MACKAY child Christ clouds COMMUNION HYMN crown dark dear death deep divine doth dream dying band earth earthly eternal eyes fair faith Father fear flowers gaze gleam glorious glory glow God's GOLDEN LEGEND grace grave grief hallows heath hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope Hosanna hour HYMN Jesus JOHN STERLING life's light live Lord MADAME GUYON mercy morning night o'er peace praise prayer pure rest round Saviour shadow shine SHIRAZ silent sing Sir Launfal smile solemn song SONNET sorrow soul stars stream strife sweet SYLVESTER JUDD tears thine Thou art thou hast thought throne toil trust truth unto voice weary weep whispers wilt wing words YEAR'S DAY
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Page 258 - That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Page 147 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Page 258 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all. And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry.
Page 12 - Our outward life requires them not ; Then wherefore had they birth ? — To minister delight to man, To beautify the earth. To comfort man, — to whisper hope Whene'er his faith is dim ; For who so careth for the flowers Will much more care for him ! THE WOODLAND SANCTUARY.
Page 142 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 107 - And Jesus said unto them, Verily I say unto you, That ye which have followed me, in the regeneration when the Son of man shall sit in the throne of his glory, ye also shall sit upon twelve thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel.
Page 150 - When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer ; Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings o'ershading, But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there.
Page 51 - And no man dug that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er ; For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there. That was the grandest funeral That ever passed on earth, But no man heard the trampling, Or saw that train go forth. Noiselessly as the daylight Comes when the night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Grows into the great sun ; Noiselessly as the spring-time Her crown of verdure weaves. And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves...
Page 156 - I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty; I woke, and found that life was duty. Was thy dream then a shadowy lie? Toil on, sad heart, courageously, And thou shalt find thy dream to be A noonday light and truth to thee...
Page 152 - NOT in the solitude Alone may man commune with Heaven, or see, Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the present Deity ; Or only hear his voice Where the winds whisper and the waves rejoice. Even here do I behold Thy steps, Almighty ! — here, amidst the crowd Through the great city rolled, With everlasting murmur deep and loud — Choking the ways that wind 'Mongst the proud piles, the work of human kind.