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... thou faithful to thine altar set Within the temple of the stilly glade , For Christ is there , nor will His heart forget The striving of thy soul . Be not afraid ! O priest and people mingled into and one , Within thy green cathedral ...
... thou faithful to thine altar set Within the temple of the stilly glade , For Christ is there , nor will His heart forget The striving of thy soul . Be not afraid ! O priest and people mingled into and one , Within thy green cathedral ...
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... thou comest nearest . O , make us apt to seek and quick to find , Thou , God , most kind ! Give us love , hope , and faith , in thee to trust , Thou , God , most just ! Remit all our offences , we entreat , Most good ! most great ...
... thou comest nearest . O , make us apt to seek and quick to find , Thou , God , most kind ! Give us love , hope , and faith , in thee to trust , Thou , God , most just ! Remit all our offences , we entreat , Most good ! most great ...
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... thou merited- Of all man's clotted clay the dingiest clot ? Alack , thou knowest not How little worthy of any love thou art ! Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee Save Me , save only Me ? All which I took from thee , I did but take ...
... thou merited- Of all man's clotted clay the dingiest clot ? Alack , thou knowest not How little worthy of any love thou art ! Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee Save Me , save only Me ? All which I took from thee , I did but take ...
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... thou cast down , O my soul ? And why art thou disquieted within me ? Hope thou in God For I shall yet praise Him , Who is the health of my countenance , And my God . My soul is cast down within me : Therefore do I remember thee from the ...
... thou cast down , O my soul ? And why art thou disquieted within me ? Hope thou in God For I shall yet praise Him , Who is the health of my countenance , And my God . My soul is cast down within me : Therefore do I remember thee from the ...
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... thou disquieted within me ? Hope thou in God For I shall yet praise Him , Who is the health of my countenance , And my God . Judge me , O God , and plead my cause against an ungodly nation : O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust ...
... thou disquieted within me ? Hope thou in God For I shall yet praise Him , Who is the health of my countenance , And my God . Judge me , O God , and plead my cause against an ungodly nation : O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels beauty behold beneath bird bless breath bright canst CHARLOTTE PERKINS GILMAN Christ clouds crown dark dawn dead death deep divine doth dream dust dwell earth EDWARD CARPENTER EDWARD DOWDEN eternal evermore eyes face faith fear feet Fiona Macleod fire flame flowers forever GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL glorious glory God's gods hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope HYMN immortal Jesus JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOHN MASEFIELD JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND King land light live look Lord mercy mighty mind morning naught never night o'er pain pass peace praise pray prayer RALPH WALDO EMERSON rise ROBERT BROWNING round seek Setebos shalt shine silent sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art Thou hast thought throne tree trust truth unto voice wandering wave wind wings word
Popular passages
Page 680 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Page 265 - Waterfowl Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Page 680 - Enow of such as for their bellies' sake Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learnt aught else the least That to the faithful herdman's art belongs!
Page 200 - We have but faith: we cannot know; For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, A beam in darkness : let it grow. Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Page 625 - Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
Page 287 - Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field so he flourisheth: For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Page 689 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 103 - Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail ; Thy mercies, how tender ! how firm to the end ! Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend ! O measureless Might!
Page 274 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!
Page 374 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...