The Sacred Lyre: Comprising Poems, Devotional, Moral and Preceptive : Including Many Original Pieces, with an Introduction and a Copious Index |
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... holy name , Unless thy grace inspire ; Assist us by that heav'nly flame , Impart the sacred fire ; And on our humble altars raise , A ceaseless sacrifice of praise . The sighings of a contrite heart , Thou God wilt 14 THE SACRED LYRE ...
... holy name , Unless thy grace inspire ; Assist us by that heav'nly flame , Impart the sacred fire ; And on our humble altars raise , A ceaseless sacrifice of praise . The sighings of a contrite heart , Thou God wilt 14 THE SACRED LYRE ...
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... HOLY the place , whose kindly soil Yields for the flesh its sweet repose ; Where rests the pilgrim free from toil , Where the rich spicy fragrance blows : Calm be his sleep , whose life Was given to pain and God ; Who pass'd the vale of ...
... HOLY the place , whose kindly soil Yields for the flesh its sweet repose ; Where rests the pilgrim free from toil , Where the rich spicy fragrance blows : Calm be his sleep , whose life Was given to pain and God ; Who pass'd the vale of ...
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... holy peace Smooth soft the rocks of age ; Till thou shalt bid existence cease , And tear its blotted page : Till storms no more or tempests rage , And death's dark vale I see ; That vale , which , through the shadowy grave , But leads ...
... holy peace Smooth soft the rocks of age ; Till thou shalt bid existence cease , And tear its blotted page : Till storms no more or tempests rage , And death's dark vale I see ; That vale , which , through the shadowy grave , But leads ...
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... Holy spirit pleads ; And Jesus on the eternal throne For sinners intercedes . O thou by whom we come to God , The Life , the Truth , the Way ; The path of prayer thyself hast trod : Lord teach THE SACRED LYRE . 67 Montgomery,
... Holy spirit pleads ; And Jesus on the eternal throne For sinners intercedes . O thou by whom we come to God , The Life , the Truth , the Way ; The path of prayer thyself hast trod : Lord teach THE SACRED LYRE . 67 Montgomery,
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... avarice in the vaults of hell . Earthly these passions , are of earth , They perish where they have their birth . But Love is indestructible ; Its holy flame for ever burneth , From heaven it THE SACRED LYRE . 71 Wordsworth,
... avarice in the vaults of hell . Earthly these passions , are of earth , They perish where they have their birth . But Love is indestructible ; Its holy flame for ever burneth , From heaven it THE SACRED LYRE . 71 Wordsworth,
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adore agitation free angels beam beauty behold beneath BERNARD BARTON blessings blest bliss bloom breast breath bright calm clouds dæmons dark death divine dream dust e'er earth eternal ev'n ev'ry fair faith fear flowers glorious glory grace grave Greenock hail hand happy hath hear heart heath bells heaven heavenly hill holy hope hour HYMN immortal Jehovah King life's light Lord lov'd lyre mercy midnight wind midst mind morn mortal mourn ne'er never night o'er pain peace pow'r praise prayer PSALM reign rest rise round sacred Saviour scene Scots Worthies seem'd seraph shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars storm SUMMER HYMN sweet Sweet day tear tempest tempted danger thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne tomb trembling Twas vex'd voice wave weep wings
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Page 70 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war : These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 9 - But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Page 207 - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
Page 52 - Hark, they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Page 326 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 352 - Mine is an unchanging love, higher than the heights above, deeper than the depths beneath, free and faithful, strong as death. 5 'Thou shalt see my glory soon, when the work of grace is done ; partner of my throne shalt be : say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?
Page 206 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant in sign of worship wave.
Page 67 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.
Page 84 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! 727 Psalm 60.
Page 9 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.