The sacred minstrel, a collection of spiritual songs, with biographical sketches of the authors, by C. Rogers1859 |
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Pàgina 16
... sleep mine eyelids close ; Sleep , that my frame shall vigorous make , To serve my God when I awake . If in the night I sleepless lie , My soul with heavenly thoughts supply ; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest , No powers of darkness me ...
... sleep mine eyelids close ; Sleep , that my frame shall vigorous make , To serve my God when I awake . If in the night I sleepless lie , My soul with heavenly thoughts supply ; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest , No powers of darkness me ...
Pàgina 34
... sleeps , Thy goodness never dies . From morn till noon , till latest eve , The hand of God we see ; And all the blessings we receive , Ceaseless proceed from Thee . In all the varying scenes of time On Thee our hopes depend ; In every ...
... sleeps , Thy goodness never dies . From morn till noon , till latest eve , The hand of God we see ; And all the blessings we receive , Ceaseless proceed from Thee . In all the varying scenes of time On Thee our hopes depend ; In every ...
Pàgina 48
... sleep sits dewy on the labourer's eyes ; The world and all its busy follies leave , And talk with wisdom where my Daphnis lies . There let me sleep forgotten in the clay , When death shall shut these weary , aching eyes ; Rest in the ...
... sleep sits dewy on the labourer's eyes ; The world and all its busy follies leave , And talk with wisdom where my Daphnis lies . There let me sleep forgotten in the clay , When death shall shut these weary , aching eyes ; Rest in the ...
Pàgina 57
Charles Rogers. Thou layest them , with all their cares , In everlasting sleep ; As with a flood thou tak'st them off With overwhelming sweep . They flourish like the morning flow'r , In beauty's pride arrayed ; But , long ere night ...
Charles Rogers. Thou layest them , with all their cares , In everlasting sleep ; As with a flood thou tak'st them off With overwhelming sweep . They flourish like the morning flow'r , In beauty's pride arrayed ; But , long ere night ...
Pàgina 71
... sleep , Low in the ground . The storm that wrecks the wintry sky , No more disturbs their deep repose , Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose . I long to lay this painful head , And aching MONTGOMERY . 71.
... sleep , Low in the ground . The storm that wrecks the wintry sky , No more disturbs their deep repose , Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose . I long to lay this painful head , And aching MONTGOMERY . 71.
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Pàgina 174 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Pàgina 24 - HOW sweet the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest.
Pàgina 82 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Pàgina 7 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will.
Pàgina 17 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry, To be exalted thus : Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply, For he was slain for us.
Pàgina 76 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Pàgina xii - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth : While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Pàgina 7 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Pàgina 76 - The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown; And he who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Pàgina 12 - Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright : And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.