The Treasury of American Sacred Song: With Notes Explanatory and BiographicalWilliam Garrett Horder H. Frowde, 1896 - Всего страниц: 387 |
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... prayer , The incense of the heart , may rise To heaven , and find acceptance there . To Thee shall age with snowy hair , And strength and beauty , bend the knee ; And childhood lisp , with reverent air , Its praises and its prayers to ...
... prayer , The incense of the heart , may rise To heaven , and find acceptance there . To Thee shall age with snowy hair , And strength and beauty , bend the knee ; And childhood lisp , with reverent air , Its praises and its prayers to ...
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... prayer , Are in that holy strain ; ' Tis resignation , not despair , ' Tis triumph , though ' tis pain . ' Tis Jesus and His faithful few That pour that hymn of love ; O God ! may we the song renew , Around Thy board above ! MORNING ...
... prayer , Are in that holy strain ; ' Tis resignation , not despair , ' Tis triumph , though ' tis pain . ' Tis Jesus and His faithful few That pour that hymn of love ; O God ! may we the song renew , Around Thy board above ! MORNING ...
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... prayer , Thou God of the immortal dead ! All space is holy ; for all space Is filled by Thee ; but human_thought Burns clearer in some chosen place , Where Thy own words of love are taught . Here be they taught ; and may we know That ...
... prayer , Thou God of the immortal dead ! All space is holy ; for all space Is filled by Thee ; but human_thought Burns clearer in some chosen place , Where Thy own words of love are taught . Here be they taught ; and may we know That ...
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... prayers . Charles Sprague THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS ( TO TWO SWALLOWS IN A CHURCH ) AY , guiltless pair ! GA What seek ye from the fields of heaven ? Ye have no need of prayer , Ye have no sins to be forgiven . Why perch ye here , Where ...
... prayers . Charles Sprague THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS ( TO TWO SWALLOWS IN A CHURCH ) AY , guiltless pair ! GA What seek ye from the fields of heaven ? Ye have no need of prayer , Ye have no sins to be forgiven . Why perch ye here , Where ...
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... prayer to Thee . Such thanks the blessed Mary gave , When , from her lap , the Holy Child , Sent from on high to seek and save The lost of earth , looked up and smiled . All - Gracious ! grant , to those who bear A mother's charge , the ...
... prayer to Thee . Such thanks the blessed Mary gave , When , from her lap , the Holy Child , Sent from on high to seek and save The lost of earth , looked up and smiled . All - Gracious ! grant , to those who bear A mother's charge , the ...
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angels beauty beneath blessed breast breath bright calm child Christ dark dawn dead dear death deep divine doth dream earth Edith Matilda Thomas Edmund Clarence Stedman Edward Rowland Sill eternal eyes face fair faith Father fear feet flowers Galilee glad glory God's golden grace grief grow hand Harvard Divinity School hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope Horatio Nelson hour hush HYMN immortal Ina Donna Coolbrith life's lift light lips living look Lord Louise Chandler Moulton morning mortal mystery night o'er pain peace Phoebe Cary Poems praise pray prayer rest round sacred Sarah Chauncey Woolsey shadows shining silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars strife strong sweet tears tender Thee Thine things Thomas Bailey Aldrich Thou art Thou hast thought to-day toil trust truth unto verse voice wait weary wind wings
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Стр. 7 - TO him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Стр. 32 - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Стр. 259 - INTO the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him: The thorn-tree had a mind to Him When into the woods He came. Out of the woods my Master went, And He was well content. Out of the woods my Master came, Content with death and shame. When Death and Shame would woo Him last, From under the trees they drew Him last : 'Twas on a tree they slew Him —...
Стр. 31 - They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Стр. 57 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Стр. 31 - I have naught that is fair ?" saith he ; "Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Стр. 38 - MY faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour Divine ! Now hear me while I pray : Take all my guilt away ; O let me from this day Be wholly thine.
Стр. 9 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Стр. 91 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on.
Стр. 26 - These temples grew as grows the grass, Art might obey but not surpass. The passive Master lent his hand, To the vast Soul that o'er him planned.