Songs: Sacred and DevotionalJoseph Edwards Carpenter |
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... blest ; Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest . I know not , oh ! I know not What joys await us there ; What radiancy of glory , What bliss beyond compare . They stand , those halls of Sion , All jubilant with song ...
... blest ; Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest . I know not , oh ! I know not What joys await us there ; What radiancy of glory , What bliss beyond compare . They stand , those halls of Sion , All jubilant with song ...
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... them lay , When we mingle sympathies , - " Passing away ? " Oh , if this may be so , speed , speed their closing day ! How blest from earth's vain show to pass away ! MY To a Child . REV . CHARLES KINGSLEY . Спартап, 215.
... them lay , When we mingle sympathies , - " Passing away ? " Oh , if this may be so , speed , speed their closing day ! How blest from earth's vain show to pass away ! MY To a Child . REV . CHARLES KINGSLEY . Спартап, 215.
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... blest . FIRST VOICE . Yet it is hard , my friend , to go From a scene like this in the vale below ; Here we have fruits , and flowers , and streams , As bright as those in the land of dreams ; And friends to weep for us when we roam ...
... blest . FIRST VOICE . Yet it is hard , my friend , to go From a scene like this in the vale below ; Here we have fruits , and flowers , and streams , As bright as those in the land of dreams ; And friends to weep for us when we roam ...
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... blest each palm that shades those plains Than Israel's scatter'd race ; For , taking root , it there remains In solitary grace : It cannot quit its place of birth ; It will not live in other earth . But we must wander witheringly , In ...
... blest each palm that shades those plains Than Israel's scatter'd race ; For , taking root , it there remains In solitary grace : It cannot quit its place of birth ; It will not live in other earth . But we must wander witheringly , In ...
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... blest , That to its use I oft repair , When evil breaks my spirit's rest , And pleasure is but varied care ; A thought to gild the stormiest skies , To deck with flowers the bleakest moor- A thought whose home is paradise- The charities ...
... blest , That to its use I oft repair , When evil breaks my spirit's rest , And pleasure is but varied care ; A thought to gild the stormiest skies , To deck with flowers the bleakest moor- A thought whose home is paradise- The charities ...
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abide adore Alleluia angels ANNA BLACKWELL bear beneath blessings blest breast breath bright calm CHARLES WESLEY CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT child Christ clouds dark dead dear death divine doth dwell dying earth ELIZA COOK eternal evermore eyes faith Father fear flowers Friend glad glorious grave grief Hallelujah hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY FRANCIS LYTE Holy hope Hosanna hour Hymn J. E. CARPENTER.-Music Jesus JOHN JOHN KEBLE JOHN NEWTON King light live look Lord mercy MOORE.-Air morning ne'er night o'er pass'd peace pray prayer pure rest rise sacred saints Saviour shine sing sinners skies sleep smile Songs of praise sorrow soul Spirit star star of Bethlehem Stephen Glover storm sweet baby tears Thee Thine Thou art Thou hast thought throne Thy love Thy Name unto voice weary weep WILLIAM COWPER wind wings word
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Page 263 - 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 xviii - 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 ix - 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 306 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 143 - 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 172 - 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 259 - People and realms, of every tongue, Dwell on His love with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His Name.
Page 324 - 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 102 - 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 230 - I'd be Nearer my God to Thee, Nearer to Thee. 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.