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angels beauty beloved sleep Bernard of Cluny BERNARD'S THREE HEAVENLY blessed country blest bliss bloom breast breath bright brow Calm Land Christ Christina G clouds crown dark dead dear death dream dust earth EASTER Edward Rowland Sill eternal faith flowers forever Frederick William Faber gate give unto Thy giveth his beloved glad gloom glory God's most holy golden grave Harbor at last hearts and true heaven Henry Bickersteth holy sight hope Horatius Bonar immortal Jesus Josiah Gilbert Holland life's light lives Lord loyal hearts morning mortal may know night o'er pain Paradise peace resurrection song river Robert Southey saints shine shore sing skies smile song sorrow soul spirit stars strife sweet and blessed tears tender song thine Thou hast THREE HEAVENLY HYMNS throbbed Thy servant rest to-day tomb true Stand vile bodies voice wake waking eyes weary weep wonder
Page 239 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 15 - Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go: For the journey is done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last!
Page 23 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, 0 Death ! ANSWER TO "THE HOUR OF DEATH.
Page 36 - Sleep soft, beloved !" we sometimes say, But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep. But never doleful dream again. Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Page 35 - OF all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this — " He giveth his beloved sleep...
Page 99 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, ' Sister Spirit, come away ! ' What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be Death...
Page 16 - I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness, and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute 's at end, And the elements...
Page 99 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?