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Side 20
And loudest ye redeemed ! glory to God And to the Lamb who bought us with his
bloud , From every kindred , nation , people , tongue ; And washed , and
sanctified , and saved our souls ; And gave us robes of linen pure , and crowns Of
life ...
And loudest ye redeemed ! glory to God And to the Lamb who bought us with his
bloud , From every kindred , nation , people , tongue ; And washed , and
sanctified , and saved our souls ; And gave us robes of linen pure , and crowns Of
life ...
Side 28
THE GLORY OF GOD IN THE HEAVENS . MARVELL . THE BEAUTIES OF
CREATION . BOWRINC . The spacious firmament on high , With all the blue
ethereal sky , And spangled heavens , a shining frame , Their great original
proclaim .
THE GLORY OF GOD IN THE HEAVENS . MARVELL . THE BEAUTIES OF
CREATION . BOWRINC . The spacious firmament on high , With all the blue
ethereal sky , And spangled heavens , a shining frame , Their great original
proclaim .
Side 159
Lift up your heads , ye everlasting gates , And give the King of Glory to come in .
Who is the King of Glory ? He who slew The rav ' nous foe that gorged all human
race ! The King of Glory be , whose glory fillid Heav ' n with amazement at his ...
Lift up your heads , ye everlasting gates , And give the King of Glory to come in .
Who is the King of Glory ? He who slew The rav ' nous foe that gorged all human
race ! The King of Glory be , whose glory fillid Heav ' n with amazement at his ...
Side 162
Now each ethereal gate , To climb his angels wings , then open hang To him
hath opened been ; Your crystal doors ; so all the chorus sang And Glory ' s King
in state Of heav ' nly birds , as to the stars they nimbly His palace enters in :
sprang .
Now each ethereal gate , To climb his angels wings , then open hang To him
hath opened been ; Your crystal doors ; so all the chorus sang And Glory ' s King
in state Of heav ' nly birds , as to the stars they nimbly His palace enters in :
sprang .
Side 213
In the red flames of vengeance her temples are blazing , The smoke of her
torment ascends ; The scythe of destruction her glory is razing , And widely her
ruin extends . Enough , I reckon wealth ; That mean , the surest lot , That lies too
high for ...
In the red flames of vengeance her temples are blazing , The smoke of her
torment ascends ; The scythe of destruction her glory is razing , And widely her
ruin extends . Enough , I reckon wealth ; That mean , the surest lot , That lies too
high for ...
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angels ANON appears arms beam bear beauty beneath bless bliss bloom breast breath bright charms clouds dark dead death deep delight divine dwell earth eternal face fair faith fall fear feel fields fire flowers give glory golden grace grave green hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human King land leaves light living look Lord mind morning mortal mountains nature never night o'er once pain peace praise pride rest rise roll rose round scene seen shade shine sigh sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spread spring stars storm stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought thousand throne trees trembling voice wandering waters wave wild winds wings
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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 21 - 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...
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | Moral and sacred poetry, selected by T. Willcocks and T. Horton |
| Forfatter | Moral and sacred poetry |
| Redaktør | Thomas Willcocks |
| udgivet | 1829 |
| Oprindeligt fra | Oxford University |
| Digitaliseret | 28. mar 2006 |
| Eksporter henvisning | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |