Songs: Sacred and DevotionalJoseph Edwards Carpenter |
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... , And the diamond lights up the sacred mine , And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand ? Is it there , sweet mother ! that better land ? " " Not there , not there , my child ! " Eye hath not seen it , my gentle boy.
... , And the diamond lights up the sacred mine , And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand ? Is it there , sweet mother ! that better land ? " " Not there , not there , my child ! " Eye hath not seen it , my gentle boy.
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Joseph Edwards Carpenter. " Eye hath not seen it , my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair ; Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ...
Joseph Edwards Carpenter. " Eye hath not seen it , my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair ; Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ...
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... hath pass'd through its portal before thee , And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom . Thou art gone to the grave ; we no longer behold thee , Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side ; But the wide arms of ...
... hath pass'd through its portal before thee , And the lamp of His love is thy guide through the gloom . Thou art gone to the grave ; we no longer behold thee , Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side ; But the wide arms of ...
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... Hath Judah witness'd there ; And o'er her scenes of lost delight Inhabitants more fair . The cedars wave on Lebanon , But Judah's statelier maids are gone . More blest each palm that shades those plains Than Israel's scatter'd race ...
... Hath Judah witness'd there ; And o'er her scenes of lost delight Inhabitants more fair . The cedars wave on Lebanon , But Judah's statelier maids are gone . More blest each palm that shades those plains Than Israel's scatter'd race ...
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... Hath it not voice and sound ? Speaks not the dripping fountain , As it bedews the ground ? E'en by the household ingle , Curtain'd , and closed , and warm ; Do not our voices mingle With those of the distant storm ? DUET . Yes ! but ...
... Hath it not voice and sound ? Speaks not the dripping fountain , As it bedews the ground ? E'en by the household ingle , Curtain'd , and closed , and warm ; Do not our voices mingle With those of the distant storm ? DUET . Yes ! but ...
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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.