Heavenward: A Collection of Hymns and Poems of ConsolationAnson D.F. Randolph, 1867 - 497 páginas |
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... There , No sun nor moon enlighteneth ; - Can darkness then be fair ? Ah , now the bright revealing , The crowning joy of all ! What need of other sunshine Where God is all in all ? 26 26 THAT CITY ! He fills the wide ethereal.
... There , No sun nor moon enlighteneth ; - Can darkness then be fair ? Ah , now the bright revealing , The crowning joy of all ! What need of other sunshine Where God is all in all ? 26 26 THAT CITY ! He fills the wide ethereal.
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... dark'ning shroud , Still falls , or hovers near ; And sin's pollutions often cloud The light of life while here ; Nor till it " shuffle off the coil " In which it lies depressed , Can the pure spirit cease from toil , — " In Heaven ...
... dark'ning shroud , Still falls , or hovers near ; And sin's pollutions often cloud The light of life while here ; Nor till it " shuffle off the coil " In which it lies depressed , Can the pure spirit cease from toil , — " In Heaven ...
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... soar away , And longs for the angels ' call . I know when the silver cord is loosed , When the veil is rent away , Not long or dark shall the passage be , To the realms of endless day . 37 HEAVENLY ASPIRATIONS . Bowles . O , TALK to me.
... soar away , And longs for the angels ' call . I know when the silver cord is loosed , When the veil is rent away , Not long or dark shall the passage be , To the realms of endless day . 37 HEAVENLY ASPIRATIONS . Bowles . O , TALK to me.
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... darkness , nor any baleful flower Shall There oppress thy waking eyes with stupefying power ; It lieth calm , within the light of God's Peace - giving breast ; Its walls are called Salvation - that City's name is ' Rest . ' ABOVE THE ...
... darkness , nor any baleful flower Shall There oppress thy waking eyes with stupefying power ; It lieth calm , within the light of God's Peace - giving breast ; Its walls are called Salvation - that City's name is ' Rest . ' ABOVE THE ...
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... darkness mix With that unvaried day ! No more the drops of piercing grief Shall swell into mine eyes , Nor the meridian sun decline Amidst those brighter skies . There , all the million of the saints Shall in one song unite , And each ...
... darkness mix With that unvaried day ! No more the drops of piercing grief Shall swell into mine eyes , Nor the meridian sun decline Amidst those brighter skies . There , all the million of the saints Shall in one song unite , And each ...
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Adam of St angel art thou Ave Maris Stella beauty blessed blest bliss breast breath bright brow calm celestial cherub band Christ clouds crown dark dead dear Death deep doth dreams dust dust to dust dwell earth earthly eternal evermore eyes fade fair faith fear flowers forever gates George Wither glad glorious glory golden grave grief HALLOWED GROUND hand hath HAUNTED PALACE hear heart Heaven heavenly holy hope hour immortal Jean Ingelow Jesus land life's light little longer living look Lord morning mortal mourn Nearer never night o'er pale Paul Gerhardt peace prayer rest river round saints Saviour seraph shadows shalt shining shore sighs silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars stream sweet tears tempests thee thine Thou art thought throne toil tomb voice wait watch weary weep wings
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Página 267 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody?
Página 265 - How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant ! They for us fight ; they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us plant ; And all for love and nothing for reward : Oh why should heavenly God to men have such regard) THE SEASONS.
Página 434 - All, all are goue, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man ; Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly ; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful schooldays — All, all are gone, the .old familiar faces.
Página 431 - In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion, It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair! Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago...
Página 107 - FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon ; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Página 393 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now? One 'midst the forest of the west, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Página 300 - E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, — Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee...
Página 435 - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I loved a love once, fairest among women ; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man; Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.