Poems: Chiefly ReligiousW. Pickering, 1845 - 164 pages |
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... Mother and her dying Boy 7 The Alps 11 Mary's Grave 15 " The Unknown God " 17 Stability 20 On a Naval Officer buried in the Atlantic 23 The Voice of God 25 Agnes 27 The Approach of Spring 30 November 36 Lo , we have left all , and ...
... Mother and her dying Boy 7 The Alps 11 Mary's Grave 15 " The Unknown God " 17 Stability 20 On a Naval Officer buried in the Atlantic 23 The Voice of God 25 Agnes 27 The Approach of Spring 30 November 36 Lo , we have left all , and ...
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... , 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 WE SING.
... , 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 WE SING.
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... Shine through the earthquake , fire , and storm , Shine in thy milder , better form , And all our fears remove ! One word of thine is all we claim ; " Tis " mercy " through a Saviour's name . THE MOTHER AND HER DYING BOY , BOY . My 6.
... Shine through the earthquake , fire , and storm , Shine in thy milder , better form , And all our fears remove ! One word of thine is all we claim ; " Tis " mercy " through a Saviour's name . THE MOTHER AND HER DYING BOY , BOY . My 6.
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... mother , my mother , O let me depart ! Your tears and your pleadings are swords to my heart . I hear gentle voices , that chide my delay ; I see lovely visions , that woo me away . My prison is broken , my trials are o'er ! O mother ...
... mother , my mother , O let me depart ! Your tears and your pleadings are swords to my heart . I hear gentle voices , that chide my delay ; I see lovely visions , that woo me away . My prison is broken , my trials are o'er ! O mother ...
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... mother , my mother , O let me depart ! MOTHER . O do not desert us ! Our hearts will be drear , Our home will be lonely , when you are not here . Your brother will sigh ' mid his playthings , and say I wonder dear Willie so long can ...
... mother , my mother , O let me depart ! MOTHER . O do not desert us ! Our hearts will be drear , Our home will be lonely , when you are not here . Your brother will sigh ' mid his playthings , and say I wonder dear Willie so long can ...
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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.