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... thou didst die for me , oh Son of God 157 For thou wast born of woman , thou didst 135 France , and Spain , and Portugal .... 231 Friend after friend departs From bright'ning fields of ether From Calvary a cry was heard From conquest ...
... thou didst die for me , oh Son of God 157 For thou wast born of woman , thou didst 135 France , and Spain , and Portugal .... 231 Friend after friend departs From bright'ning fields of ether From Calvary a cry was heard From conquest ...
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... thou condescend 148 Jesus while he dwelt below .......... 153 Joy to the followers of the Lord ...... 179 KING of the dead how long shall sweep 213 Know'st thou the value of a soul ...... 296 ........ 21 LAND where the bones of our ...
... thou condescend 148 Jesus while he dwelt below .......... 153 Joy to the followers of the Lord ...... 179 KING of the dead how long shall sweep 213 Know'st thou the value of a soul ...... 296 ........ 21 LAND where the bones of our ...
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... thou Eternal one whose presence .. 5 O thou on earth beloved , adored ...... 274 O thou who once didst wander here .. 164 Our little Enoch sleeps upon yon bed 118 Ours is a lovely world ! how fair .... 28 Over head upgrew insuperable ...
... thou Eternal one whose presence .. 5 O thou on earth beloved , adored ...... 274 O thou who once didst wander here .. 164 Our little Enoch sleeps upon yon bed 118 Ours is a lovely world ! how fair .... 28 Over head upgrew insuperable ...
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... Thou art no lingerer in monarch's hall 109 Thou art our Father , Lord our Lord . Thou coloured winglet , floating in the ray 69 Thou desolate and dying year Thou didst , O mighty God , exist Tho ' pictured in thy form I see Thou hast ...
... Thou art no lingerer in monarch's hall 109 Thou art our Father , Lord our Lord . Thou coloured winglet , floating in the ray 69 Thou desolate and dying year Thou didst , O mighty God , exist Tho ' pictured in thy form I see Thou hast ...
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... Thou art . THE FOLLY OF ATHEISM . DARWIN . DULL Atheist could a giddy dance Of atoms lawless hurl'd , Construct so wonderful , so wise , So harmoniz'd a world ? Why do not Arabe's driving sands , The sport of every storm , Fair ...
... Thou art . THE FOLLY OF ATHEISM . DARWIN . DULL Atheist could a giddy dance Of atoms lawless hurl'd , Construct so wonderful , so wise , So harmoniz'd a world ? Why do not Arabe's driving sands , The sport of every storm , Fair ...
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angels ANON art thou beam beauty behold beneath bless blest bliss blood divine bloom breast breath bright charms clouds COWPER dark dead death deep delight didst divine doth dread dwell earth EDMESTON eternal fair fear flowers gale gaze Gethsemane gloom glorious glory golden grace grave hand HAREBELL harp hast hath hear heart heaven hope hosannas hour immortal Israel Jehovah Jesus King light living Lord mercy mighty morning mortal mountains muse nature's night o'er pale peace poison'd POLLOK praise pride quire rapture reign rill rise rose round scene seraphs shade shine sigh sight silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring staind Star of Bethlehem stars storm stream sublime sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought thro throne tomb trembling Twas vale voice wave weep wild winds wings
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Page 232 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 90 - 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 deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain. He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan. Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
Page 83 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, And shadows forth its glory.
Page 182 - Lord, thy guests away. 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain, Long have we sought thy rest in vain ; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost ; Low at thy feet our sins we lay ; Turn not, O Lord ! thy guests away.
Page 118 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Page 216 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Page 19 - LET us with a gladsome mind Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Page 164 - Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire; Come, and Thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing. Plenteous...
Page 228 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
Page 176 - Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see ; For if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be...