Hours of sorrow cheered and comforted, by the author of 'Hymns for a week'. |
Common terms and phrases
accents balm beam beatific beauty bestow bless blest bliss bloom blossom bower breathe bright thine eye brighter calm cease celestial charms cheer cling to thee comforts contrite heart dark wave death delight divine Dost thou complain dost thou weep E'en earth earthly eternal faint fair faith fear feel flower fondly fragrance friends Give him thine GLASS DARKLY glories grief harp hear heard heaven heavenly holy hour immortal Lamb Lamb of God Leaning on thee life's light listen look lyre melody mourn MOURNER ne'er night o'er once path peace pilgrim poor widowed heart prayer rest Saviour scene shed shines shore sigh sight silence smile song soon sorrow soul sounds spirit Sweet babes SWEET child sweeter thine heart thou art thou hast thou shalt thought thy heart Twas unseen valley of tears Vestal voice wanderer weary whispers WIGMORE STREET wilt wing
Popular passages
Page 136 - What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved, no longer nigh, Submissive still would I reply,
Page 139 - Though faith and hope awhile be tried, I ask not, need not, aught beside : How safe, how calm, how satisfied, The souls that cling to thee...
Page 176 - Just as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bidst me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come, I come!
Page 176 - Lamb of God, I come ! Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind, Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come...
Page 54 - MY God! is any hour so sweet, From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to thy feet — The hour of prayer?
Page 136 - Renew my will from day to day, Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say,
Page 55 - Hushed is each doubt ; gone every fear, My spirit seems in heaven to stay : And e'en the penitential tear Is wiped away. Lord ! till I reach yon blissful shore, No privilege so dear shall be, As thus my inmost soul to pour In prayer to Thee.
Page 147 - LEANING on thee, my Guide, my Friend, My gracious Saviour ! I am blest ; Though weary, thou dost condescend To be my rest. Leaning on thee, this darkened room . Is cheered by a celestial ray ; Thy pitying smile dispels the gloom, Turns night to day.
Page 147 - Thy love will guide. Leaning on thee, I breathe no moan, Though faint with languor, parched with heat : Thy will has now become my own : That will is sweet.