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... holy throne . In Him my weary soul has rest , Though I am weak and vile ; I read my name upon His breast , And see the Father smile . - John Newton . 2. AARON : his death . WITH trembling hand He hasted to unclasp the priestly robe ...
... holy throne . In Him my weary soul has rest , Though I am weak and vile ; I read my name upon His breast , And see the Father smile . - John Newton . 2. AARON : his death . WITH trembling hand He hasted to unclasp the priestly robe ...
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... Holy , holy , holy God , have mercy upon us ! ' That day , the day of fear , shall come : my soul , slack not thy toil , shrine . - Isaac Williams . 54. ADVENT , THE SECOND : its approach . O'ER the distant mountains breaking Comes the ...
... Holy , holy , holy God , have mercy upon us ! ' That day , the day of fear , shall come : my soul , slack not thy toil , shrine . - Isaac Williams . 54. ADVENT , THE SECOND : its approach . O'ER the distant mountains breaking Comes the ...
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... holy place , Where Thou hast chose to set Thy face And then if our stiff tongues shall be Mute in the praises of Thy Deity , The stones out of the temple wall Shall cry aloud , and call Hosanna ! and Thy glorious footsteps greet ...
... holy place , Where Thou hast chose to set Thy face And then if our stiff tongues shall be Mute in the praises of Thy Deity , The stones out of the temple wall Shall cry aloud , and call Hosanna ! and Thy glorious footsteps greet ...
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... holy , With thoughts of Me ; While you hear the little children Passing along the street , Among those thronging footsteps May come the sound of My feet . Therefore I tell you , watch By the light of the evening star , When the room is ...
... holy , With thoughts of Me ; While you hear the little children Passing along the street , Among those thronging footsteps May come the sound of My feet . Therefore I tell you , watch By the light of the evening star , When the room is ...
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... holy hill , With them God's face to see , to do His will , And bear with them His likeness . Was it meant That we this knowledge should in secret seal , Unthought of , unimproving ? Rather say , God deign'd to man His angel hosts reveal ...
... holy hill , With them God's face to see , to do His will , And bear with them His likeness . Was it meant That we this knowledge should in secret seal , Unthought of , unimproving ? Rather say , God deign'd to man His angel hosts reveal ...
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angels art thou beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss breast breath bright calm Charles Wesley Christ clouds dark death deeds deep divine doth dream Dryden dust earth Eliza Cook eternal evermore eyes fair faith fear feel flowers give glorious glory God's grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy honour hope hour immortal Jesus Joanna Baillie King labour life's light live look Lord Madame Guyon man's mercy mind Mirror for Magistrates mortal ne'er never night o'er pain pass'd passion peace pleasure poison'd Pollok poor praise prayer pride rest round Shakespeare shine sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars strife sweet tears tempest thee Thine things Thou art thou hast thought throne toil truth Twas unto vex'd virtue voice wait weary weep wings wisdom words youth
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106 psl. - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled...
499 psl. - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
603 psl. - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
105 psl. - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke, How jocund did they drive their team a-field ! How...
314 psl. - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
105 psl. - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
513 psl. - How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
460 psl. - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will, for a' that, That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
526 psl. - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, . They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer. Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free.
374 psl. - Some fragment from his dream of human life Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart...