The Sacred Lyre: Comprising Poems, Devotional, Moral and Preceptive : Including Many Original Pieces, with an Introduction and a Copious IndexRichard Griffin, 1828 - Počet stran: 360 |
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Strana vi
... is settled into a sacred repose ; since we may be per- mitted to hope that pious precepts will not be the less acceptable by being conveyed to the heart in the varied measure of Sacred Song . 1 INTRODUCTION . POETRY , as a study , ...
... is settled into a sacred repose ; since we may be per- mitted to hope that pious precepts will not be the less acceptable by being conveyed to the heart in the varied measure of Sacred Song . 1 INTRODUCTION . POETRY , as a study , ...
Strana vii
... heart , it is highly profitable . For whilst a taste for poetry in general is a sure in- dication of a mind by nature feelingly alive to the finest impulses of which man is susceptible , the cul- tivation of such a taste has a direct ...
... heart , it is highly profitable . For whilst a taste for poetry in general is a sure in- dication of a mind by nature feelingly alive to the finest impulses of which man is susceptible , the cul- tivation of such a taste has a direct ...
Strana xiii
... heart confound ! See the Judge our nature wearing , Cloth'd in Majesty divine ! You who long for his appearing , Then shall say , " This God is mine ! " Gracious Saviour , own me in that day for thine ! At his call , the dead awaken ...
... heart confound ! See the Judge our nature wearing , Cloth'd in Majesty divine ! You who long for his appearing , Then shall say , " This God is mine ! " Gracious Saviour , own me in that day for thine ! At his call , the dead awaken ...
Strana 1
... heart inspire To guide my hand which feebly strays Along each chord to tune my lyre . Awake my lyre , ' tis morning hour ; The birds are singing in the grove , And ' midst the song from bower to bower Will man forget his Maker's love ...
... heart inspire To guide my hand which feebly strays Along each chord to tune my lyre . Awake my lyre , ' tis morning hour ; The birds are singing in the grove , And ' midst the song from bower to bower Will man forget his Maker's love ...
Strana 2
... heart to cheer ; That heaven may shed a kindly ray And dry at once the mourner's tear . Let grief those hallow'd accents hear Which echo round Jehovah's throne , That blessed place where those appear Who in our Saviour's steps have gone ...
... heart to cheer ; That heaven may shed a kindly ray And dry at once the mourner's tear . Let grief those hallow'd accents hear Which echo round Jehovah's throne , That blessed place where those appear Who in our Saviour's steps have gone ...
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adore agitation free angels beam beauty behold beneath BERNARD BARTON blessings blest bliss bloom breast breath bright calm clouds dæmons dark death divine dream dust e'er earth eternal ev'n ev'ry fair faith fear flowers glorious glory grace grave Greenock hail hand happy hath hear heart heath bells heaven heavenly hill holy hope hour HYMN immortal Jehovah King life's light Lord lov'd lyre mercy midnight wind midst mind morn mortal mourn ne'er never night o'er pain peace pow'r praise prayer PSALM reign rest rise round sacred Saviour scene Scots Worthies seem'd seraph shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars storm SUMMER HYMN sweet Sweet day tear tempest tempted danger thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne tomb trembling Twas vex'd voice wave weep wings
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Strana 70 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war : These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Strana 9 - But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Strana 207 - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
Strana 52 - Hark, they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Strana 326 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Strana 352 - Mine is an unchanging love, higher than the heights above, deeper than the depths beneath, free and faithful, strong as death. 5 'Thou shalt see my glory soon, when the work of grace is done ; partner of my throne shalt be : say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?
Strana 206 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant in sign of worship wave.
Strana 67 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.
Strana 84 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! 727 Psalm 60.
Strana 9 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.