Poems: Chiefly ReligiousW. Pickering, 1845 - 164 pages |
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... death . I must not attempt to describe my feelings on such an occasion . To know Lady Farnham , was to reverence and love her : and I knew her well . - This , however , is not iv DEDICATION . the place to enlarge on her talents.
... death . I must not attempt to describe my feelings on such an occasion . To know Lady Farnham , was to reverence and love her : and I knew her well . - This , however , is not iv DEDICATION . the place to enlarge on her talents.
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... Death , when Fifteen Years old 157 On dreaming of my Mother 160 " It doth not yet appear what we shall be " 161 " O that I had wings like a dove , and then would I flee away and be at rest " 163 POEMS , CHIEFLY RELIGIOUS . " HOW SHALL ...
... Death , when Fifteen Years old 157 On dreaming of my Mother 160 " It doth not yet appear what we shall be " 161 " O that I had wings like a dove , and then would I flee away and be at rest " 163 POEMS , CHIEFLY RELIGIOUS . " HOW SHALL ...
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... The rocks were shivered in its course : God rode not in the blast ! ' Twas but the whirlwind of His breath , Announcing danger , wreck , and death . It ceased : the air was mute . A cloud 4 Elijah's Interview with God.
... The rocks were shivered in its course : God rode not in the blast ! ' Twas but the whirlwind of His breath , Announcing danger , wreck , and death . It ceased : the air was mute . A cloud 4 Elijah's Interview with God.
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... . He sleeps serene , and safe From tempest or from billow , Where the storms , that high above him chafe , Scarce rock his peaceful pillow . The sea and him in death They did not dare 23 On a Naval Officer buried in the Atlantic.
... . He sleeps serene , and safe From tempest or from billow , Where the storms , that high above him chafe , Scarce rock his peaceful pillow . The sea and him in death They did not dare 23 On a Naval Officer buried in the Atlantic.
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Chiefly Religious Henry Francis Lyte. The sea and him in death They did not dare to sever : It was his home while he had breath ; ' Tis now his rest for ever . Sleep on , thou mighty dead ! A glorious tomb they've found thee-- The broad ...
Chiefly Religious Henry Francis Lyte. The sea and him in death They did not dare to sever : It was his home while he had breath ; ' Tis now his rest for ever . Sleep on , thou mighty dead ! A glorious tomb they've found thee-- The broad ...
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adore angels beauty beneath birds bless blest bliss bloom blossom breath breeze bright Christ clouds dark dark waves Day-light dear dews dwell earth earthly earthly joys earthquake earthworm eternal faithless fallen earth fears feel feet flee friends gentle glorious gone grace grief H. F. LYTE Hail hand hast hear heart heaven heavenly hope hues Jehovah on high Jesus last trump light little hour live lives to die look Lord mother Muse's ne'er neath night nought o'er peace playmates praise to Jehovah prayer PSALM rest rise roam rock round Saviour shine shun sigh sinners skies sleep smile song soon sorrow soul speak spirit spring sting storm sunshine sweet flowers tears tempest thee thine thou art Thy breast Thy love tomb trembling Twas voice wake walks waves weep Whate'er wild wind wing wonder ye hours
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Page 41 - tis not in grief to harm me ! While Thy love is left to me ! Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
Page 98 - God will make up for it all. A scrip on my back, and a staff in my hand, I march on in haste through an enemy's land : The road may be rough, but it cannot be long ; And I'll smooth it with hope, and I'll cheer it with song.
Page 42 - twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with thee. Know, my soul, thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within thee; What a Father's smile is thine; What a Saviour died to win thee: Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?
Page 76 - Whate'er may change, in Him no change is seen, A glorious sun, that wanes not, nor declines : Above the clouds and storms He walks serene, And on His people's inward darkness shines. All may depart — I fret not nor repine, While I my Saviour's am, while He is mine.
Page 40 - JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow Thee ; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my All shalt be.
Page 4 - And behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
Page 154 - O think not of my doubts and fears, My strivings with thy grace divine : Think upon Jesus' woes and tears, And let his merits stand for mine. Thine eye, thine ear, they are not dull ; Thine arm can never shortened be : Behold me here — my heart is full — Behold, and spare and succour me.
Page 40 - I've sought, or hoped, or known ; Yet how rich is my condition ! God and heaven are still my own ! 2 Let the world despise and leave me, They have left my Saviour too ; Human hearts and looks deceive me ; Thou art not, like them, untrue ; And while Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends may shun me, Show Thy face, and all is bright. 3 Go then, earthly fame and treasure ! Come disaster, scorn, and pain ! In Thy service pain is pleasure, With Thy favor,...
Page 59 - THE leaves, around me falling Are preaching of decay ; • The hollow winds are calling, " Come, pilgrim, come away " : The day, in night declining, Says I must, too, decline ; The year its bloom resigning, Its lot foreshadows mine. 2 The light my path surrounding, The loves to which I cling, The hopes within me bounding, The joys that round me wing, — All, all, like stars at even, Just gleam and shoot away, Pass on before to heaven, And chide at my delay.
Page 60 - A sinner, to salvation; An exile, to his home: But, while I here must linger, Thus, thus let all I see Point on, with faithful finger, To heaven, O Lord, and thee.