Poems: Chiefly ReligiousW. Pickering, 1845 - 164 pages |
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... down here to the clod , So thirsting for freedom , so ripe for its God ? Farewell , then ! farewell , till we meet at the Throne , Where love fears no partings , and tears are un- known ! ΒΟΥ . O glory ! O glory ! what music 9.
... down here to the clod , So thirsting for freedom , so ripe for its God ? Farewell , then ! farewell , till we meet at the Throne , Where love fears no partings , and tears are un- known ! ΒΟΥ . O glory ! O glory ! what music 9.
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... meet Creation's God among The wonders of His hand . Hail , scenes of holy grandeur ! hail ! Where mortal sense stands hushed and awed . O , who could gaze on such , and fail To think of Thee , my God ? Alone and dread Thou dwellest here ...
... meet Creation's God among The wonders of His hand . Hail , scenes of holy grandeur ! hail ! Where mortal sense stands hushed and awed . O , who could gaze on such , and fail To think of Thee , my God ? Alone and dread Thou dwellest here ...
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... meet ; I trace Thy love in every flower That blossoms at my feet . Thou speakest from each rolling cloud That pours its stormy mirth on high , When cliff to cliff is shouting loud , Responsive to the sky . Thy voice at night is in the ...
... meet ; I trace Thy love in every flower That blossoms at my feet . Thou speakest from each rolling cloud That pours its stormy mirth on high , When cliff to cliff is shouting loud , Responsive to the sky . Thy voice at night is in the ...
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... walks upon the hurricane , And in the thunder speaks . I search the rounds of space and time , Nor find his semblance there : Grandeur has nothing so sublime . Nor beauty half so fair . Yet all I am , or meet , proclaim His 18.
... walks upon the hurricane , And in the thunder speaks . I search the rounds of space and time , Nor find his semblance there : Grandeur has nothing so sublime . Nor beauty half so fair . Yet all I am , or meet , proclaim His 18.
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Chiefly Religious Henry Francis Lyte. Yet all I am , or meet , proclaim His wisdom , love , and power : They shine from all yon rolling worlds : They bloom in every flower . He is ; He was ; He aye shall be . But how , my soul ? and what ...
Chiefly Religious Henry Francis Lyte. Yet all I am , or meet , proclaim His wisdom , love , and power : They shine from all yon rolling worlds : They bloom in every flower . He is ; He was ; He aye shall be . But how , my soul ? and what ...
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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.