Gems of sacred poetry [ed. by R. Cattermole?].John W. Parker, 1841 |
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... dread of darksome hell , O gracious God , to thee I cry and yell : My God , my Lord , my lovely Lord alone To thee I call , to thee I make my moan . And thou , good God , vouchsafe in grace to take This woful plaint Wherein I faint ; Oh ...
... dread of darksome hell , O gracious God , to thee I cry and yell : My God , my Lord , my lovely Lord alone To thee I call , to thee I make my moan . And thou , good God , vouchsafe in grace to take This woful plaint Wherein I faint ; Oh ...
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... dread presence to attend , Where they behold the glory of his light , And carol hymns of love both day and night . Both day and night is unto them all one , For He his beams doth unto them extend That darkness there appeareth never none ...
... dread presence to attend , Where they behold the glory of his light , And carol hymns of love both day and night . Both day and night is unto them all one , For He his beams doth unto them extend That darkness there appeareth never none ...
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... dread face of that great Deity , For fear lest if He chaunce to look on thee , Thou turn to nought and quite confounded be . But lowly fall before his mercy - seat , Close covered with the Lamb's integrity , From the just wrath of his ...
... dread face of that great Deity , For fear lest if He chaunce to look on thee , Thou turn to nought and quite confounded be . But lowly fall before his mercy - seat , Close covered with the Lamb's integrity , From the just wrath of his ...
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... Dread Lord of Spirits ! well Thou didst devise To fling the world's rude dunghill , and the dross Of the old Chaos , farthest from the skies , And thine own seat , that here the child of loss Of all the lower heaven , the curse , and ...
... Dread Lord of Spirits ! well Thou didst devise To fling the world's rude dunghill , and the dross Of the old Chaos , farthest from the skies , And thine own seat , that here the child of loss Of all the lower heaven , the curse , and ...
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... dread , And from his voice's thunder quickly fled . Then hills their late concealed heads extend , And sinking valleys to their feet descend . The trembling waters through their hollows wind , Till they the sea , their nurse and mother ...
... dread , And from his voice's thunder quickly fled . Then hills their late concealed heads extend , And sinking valleys to their feet descend . The trembling waters through their hollows wind , Till they the sea , their nurse and mother ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY adore angels arched magazines beams beauty behold blessed bliss blood born breast breath bright clouds Corpus Christi College creeping song crown dark death delight didst divine dost doth dread e'en earth EDMUND WALLER eternal eyes fair fear fire flame flood flowers foes FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE WITHER glorious glory golden grace grave grief hand happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly hell HENRY KING holy honour humble HYMN immortal King light live Lord mercy Midian mighty mind mortal night o'er pain PHINEAS FLETCHER pleasure poet praise proud PSALM rage rest rich rise round sacred shade shalt shine showers sighs sight sing skies song sorrow soul spirit spring stars streams sweet tears Thee thine things THOMAS FLATMAN THOMAS HEYWOOD Thou Thou art thought thousand throne thunder unto voice waves wind wings wonders
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Page 247 - The lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring, and dale Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Page 204 - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Page 244 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Page 250 - O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Page 137 - THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in his train ? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below — He follows in his train.
Page 245 - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep...
Page 172 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Page 25 - Should Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the Sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the' Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
Page 270 - My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...
Page 138 - The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave; Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on His tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in His train...