Moral and sacred poetry, selected by T. Willcocks and T. Horton |
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Side 1
... arm , beneath whose eyes , All period , power , and enterprize , Commences , reigns , and ends . The world , the ... arms ? A God ! a God ! the wide earth shouts A God ! the heav'ns reply ; B He moulded in his palm the world , And ...
... arm , beneath whose eyes , All period , power , and enterprize , Commences , reigns , and ends . The world , the ... arms ? A God ! a God ! the wide earth shouts A God ! the heav'ns reply ; B He moulded in his palm the world , And ...
Side 7
... arms em- bracing , And with soft murmurs still her banks caressing . At length she rose complete in finish'd pride , All fair and spotless , like a virgin bride ; Fresh with untarnish'd lustre as she stood , Her Maker GOD. ...
... arms em- bracing , And with soft murmurs still her banks caressing . At length she rose complete in finish'd pride , All fair and spotless , like a virgin bride ; Fresh with untarnish'd lustre as she stood , Her Maker GOD. ...
Side 9
... arm on high , And ruin bears his sword . He bids his blast the fields deform- Then , when his thunders cease , Sits like the ruler of the storm , And smiles the winds ... arms sur- round . GOD VISIBLE IN HIS WORKS . T. MOORE . THOU GOD . 9.
... arm on high , And ruin bears his sword . He bids his blast the fields deform- Then , when his thunders cease , Sits like the ruler of the storm , And smiles the winds ... arms sur- round . GOD VISIBLE IN HIS WORKS . T. MOORE . THOU GOD . 9.
Side 9
... If on the rosy wings of morn , I seek the distant western main ; There , O my God ! thou still art found , Thy pow'r upholds me , and thy arms sur- round . Thy essence fills this breathing frame , It glows in. GOD . 9.
... If on the rosy wings of morn , I seek the distant western main ; There , O my God ! thou still art found , Thy pow'r upholds me , and thy arms sur- round . Thy essence fills this breathing frame , It glows in. GOD . 9.
Side 15
... arms , From anxious cares , from gloomy terrors free , And feel myself omnipotent in thee . Then , when the last , the closing hour draws nigh , And earth recedes before my swimming eye ; When trembling on the doubtful edge of fate I ...
... arms , From anxious cares , from gloomy terrors free , And feel myself omnipotent in thee . Then , when the last , the closing hour draws nigh , And earth recedes before my swimming eye ; When trembling on the doubtful edge of fate I ...
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Moral and Sacred Poetry, Selected by T. Willcocks and T. Horton Moral And Sacred Poetry Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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Side 232 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Side 90 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain. He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan. Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
Side 83 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, And shadows forth its glory.
Side 182 - Lord, thy guests away. 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain, Long have we sought thy rest in vain ; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost ; Low at thy feet our sins we lay ; Turn not, O Lord ! thy guests away.
Side 118 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Side 216 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave: And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Side 19 - LET us with a gladsome mind Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Side 164 - Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire; Come, and Thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing. Plenteous...
Side 228 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
Side 176 - Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see ; For if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be...