Scenes and Hymns of Life,: With Other Religious Poems

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William Blackwood, 1834 - 247 pages

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Page 199 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does nature live: Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Page 179 - Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached in the whole world, there shall also this, that this woman hath done, be told for a memorial of her.
Page 99 - Thou ! 3. By Him who bowed to take The death-cup for our sake, The thorn, the rod — From whom the last dismay Was not to pass away, Aid us...
Page 100 - By Him who bowed to take The death-cup for our sake, The thorn, the rod ; From whom the last dismay Was not to pass away : Aid us, O God. 4 Tremblers beside the grave, We call on Thee to save, Father divine ! Hear, hear our suppliant breath, Keep us, in life and death, Thine, only Thine.
Page 115 - God ! Thou hast made thy children mighty, By the touch of the mountain sod. Thou hast fix'd our ark of refuge, Where the spoiler's foot ne'er trod; For the strength of the hills we bless thee, Our God, our fathers' God ! We are watchers of a beacon Whose light must never die ; We are guardians of an altar 'Midst the silence of the sky : The rocks yield founts of courage, Struck forth as by thy rod; For the strength of the hills we bless thee. Our God, our fathers
Page 212 - A seed not lost; — for which, in darker years, O Book of Heaven ! I pour, with grateful tears, Heart blessings on the holy dead and thee ! III.
Page 16 - Looked through the lonely garden's shade, On that dread agony : The Lord of all, above, beneath, Was bowed with sorrow unto death. The sun set in a fearful hour : The stars might well grow dim, When this mortality had power So to o'ershadow Him ! That He, Who gave man's breath, might know The very depths of human woe.
Page 155 - Clasp me a little longer, on the brink Of fate ! while I can feel thy dear caress ; And, when this heart hath ceased to beat — oh! think, And let it mitigate thy woe's excess, That thou hast been to me all tenderness, And friend to more than human friendship just Oh ! by that retrospect of happiness, And by the hopes of an immortal trust, God shall assuage thy pangs — when I am laid in dust ! xxx.
Page 146 - I bless thy name, That thou hast mantled the green earth with flowers, Linking our hearts to nature ! By the love Of their wild blossoms, our young footsteps first Into her deep recesses are beguiled...
Page 18 - It passed not, though to Him the grave Had yielded up its dead ! But there was sent Him from on high A gift of strength for man to die.

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