Songs: Sacred and DevotionalJoseph Edwards Carpenter |
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... Breathing from her lips of air . Oh , though oft depress'd and lonely , All my fears are laid aside , If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! The Spirit's home . DUET . J. E. CARPENTER . - Music by W. L. Phillips . Ο ...
... Breathing from her lips of air . Oh , though oft depress'd and lonely , All my fears are laid aside , If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died ! The Spirit's home . DUET . J. E. CARPENTER . - Music by W. L. Phillips . Ο ...
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... breath , When they , pale captives , creep to death . The garlands wither on your brow- Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now , See where the victor - victim bleeds : All heads must come To the cold tomb ...
... breath , When they , pale captives , creep to death . The garlands wither on your brow- Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon death's purple altar now , See where the victor - victim bleeds : All heads must come To the cold tomb ...
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... breath Roused me from slumber to wreck and death ! In ocean cave , still safe with Thee , The germ of immortality ! And calm and peaceful shall I sleep , Rock'd in the cradle of the deep . H Bubbles under Ice . W. WORDSWORTH . AST thou ...
... breath Roused me from slumber to wreck and death ! In ocean cave , still safe with Thee , The germ of immortality ! And calm and peaceful shall I sleep , Rock'd in the cradle of the deep . H Bubbles under Ice . W. WORDSWORTH . AST thou ...
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... breath , that Spring is come indeed ? The swallow doubts not ; nor the rose That stirs , but wakes not ; nor the weed . Once more the cuckoo's call I hear ; I know , in many a glen profound , The earliest violets of the year Rise up ...
... breath , that Spring is come indeed ? The swallow doubts not ; nor the rose That stirs , but wakes not ; nor the weed . Once more the cuckoo's call I hear ; I know , in many a glen profound , The earliest violets of the year Rise up ...
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... breath the breezes I perfume , And gladden all things with my rainbow dyes : The bee comes sipping every eventide His dainty fill ; The butterfly within my cup doth hide From threatening ill . ” " There Faith shall fail , and holy Hope ...
... breath the breezes I perfume , And gladden all things with my rainbow dyes : The bee comes sipping every eventide His dainty fill ; The butterfly within my cup doth hide From threatening ill . ” " There Faith shall fail , and holy Hope ...
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adore Alleluia angels ANNA BLACKWELL beautiful behold bird blessed blest bliss breast breath bright calm CHARLES WESLEY child Christ clouds dark dear death deep divine doth dreams dwell earth ELIZA COOK eternal evermore eyes faith Father fear flowers forbear to weep GEORGE WITHER glad glorious glory grace grave grief hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY FRANCIS LYTE holy hope Hosanna hour Hymn J. E. CARPENTER.-Music Jesus JOHN JOHN CRITCHLEY JOHN KEBLE King land light live look Lord mercy MOORE.-Air morn ne'er night o'er pass'd peace praise pray prayer Psalm pure rest round Sabbath sacred saints Saviour shine sing skies sleep smile song songs of praise Soon-and sorrow soul spirit stars Stephen Glover storm sweet baby tears Thee Thine Thou art Thou hast thought throne Thy love unto voice waves weary wind wings
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Page 321 - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, ' Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.' I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, ' Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live.
Page 330 - Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, And lighten with celestial fire. Thou the anointing Spirit art, Who dost thy sevenfold gifts impart. Thy blessed unction from above Is comfort, life, and fire of love.
Page 30 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Page 19 - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Page 242 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and he destroy.
Page 191 - 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 vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Page 220 - 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.
Page 374 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Page 148 - 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. When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven — Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord ! are thine.
Page 127 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.