Lyra Americana: Or, Verses of Praise and Faith, from American PoetsD. Appleton & Company, 1865 - 295 pàgines |
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Lyra Americana: Hymns of Praise and Faith, from American Poets George Thomas Rider Visualització completa - 1865 |
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Pàgina 193 - RESIGNATION. HERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells of the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted
Pàgina 193 - the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapours Amid these earthly damps.
Pàgina 264 - There faith lifts up her cheerful eye To brighter prospects given ; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene—in heaven. There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given; There rays divine disperse the gloom; Beyond the confines of the tomb Appears the dawn of heaven!
Pàgina 6 - ALM on the listening ear of night Come Heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judea stretches far O'er silver-mantled plains. Celestial choirs from courts above Shed sacred glories there; And angels with their sparkling lyres Make music in the air. The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply
Pàgina 144 - things will remain unseen. In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the Gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen ; Make the house, where God may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean.
Pàgina 101 - Jesus, Thou Friend divine, Our Saviour, and our King, Thy hand from every snare and foe, Shall great deliverance bring. Sure as Thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven. DWIGHT.
Pàgina 217 - trust depart, Though life its common gifts deny,— Though with a pierced and bleeding heart And spurned of man, he goes to die. For God hath marked each sorrowing day And numbered every secret tear, And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay For all His children suffer here.
Pàgina 72 - OLY Spirit, Truth divine! Dawn upon this soul of mine; Word of God, and Inward Light! Wake my spirit, clear my sight. Holy Spirit, Love divine! Glow within this heart of mine ; Kindle every high desire; Perish self in Thy pure fire! Holy Spirit, Power divine ! Fill and nerve this will of mine; By the
Pàgina 151 - Stumbling and falling in disastrous night, Yet hoping ever for the perfect day. Yes ! Thou art still the Life; Thou art the Way The holiest know;—Light, Life, and Way of Heaven! And they who dearest hope, and deepest pray, Toil by the light, life, way, which Thou hast given. T. PARKER. THE
Pàgina 212 - power Shall disavow— When spear, and shield, and crown, In faintness are cast down— Sustain us, Thou ! By Him who bowed to take The death-cup for our sake, The thorn, the rod— From whom the last dismay Was not to pass away, Aid us, O God!