The Sunday Book of PoetryCecil Frances Alexander Sever and Francis, 1865 - 318 sider A collection of religious poetry for children. Also includes prayers and hymns. |
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Side 68
... beautiful dream Of shadows that are not what they seem , Where visions rise , Giving dim surmise Of the things that shall meet our waking eyes . Arm of the Lord ! Creating Word ! Whose glory the silent skies record Where stands Thy name ...
... beautiful dream Of shadows that are not what they seem , Where visions rise , Giving dim surmise Of the things that shall meet our waking eyes . Arm of the Lord ! Creating Word ! Whose glory the silent skies record Where stands Thy name ...
Side 93
... beautiful feet Of Jesus walked o'er thee . Those days are past , — Bethsaida , where ? Chorazin , where art thou ? His tent the wild Arab pitches there , The wild reeds shade thy brow . Tell me , ye mouldering fragments , tell , Was the ...
... beautiful feet Of Jesus walked o'er thee . Those days are past , — Bethsaida , where ? Chorazin , where art thou ? His tent the wild Arab pitches there , The wild reeds shade thy brow . Tell me , ye mouldering fragments , tell , Was the ...
Side cxx
... beautiful , mysterious thing , This seeming visitant from heaven , This bird with the immortal wing , To me , to me , Thy hand has given . The pulse first caught its tiny stroke , The blood its crimson hue , from mine : This life ...
... beautiful , mysterious thing , This seeming visitant from heaven , This bird with the immortal wing , To me , to me , Thy hand has given . The pulse first caught its tiny stroke , The blood its crimson hue , from mine : This life ...
Side 177
... beautiful smile was faint , As that , in some convent picture , On the face of a dying saint . And we felt in the lonesome midnight , As we sat by the silent dead , What a light on the path going downward The feet of the righteous shed ...
... beautiful smile was faint , As that , in some convent picture , On the face of a dying saint . And we felt in the lonesome midnight , As we sat by the silent dead , What a light on the path going downward The feet of the righteous shed ...
Side 209
... beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face . And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed , The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean , That cannot be at rest , - - We will be ...
... beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face . And though at times impetuous with emotion And anguish long suppressed , The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean , That cannot be at rest , - - We will be ...
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abide angels beautiful beneath bird bless blest BOSTON COURIER breast breath bright child Christ clouds crown dark dear death deep destiny fulfil divine doth dream Dream Children earth earthly endless love English language eternal evermore eyes fair faith fear flowers forever FRANCIS BOWEN FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE glorious glory God's golden grace grave H. F. Lyte hand happy harvest-home hast hath hear heart Heaven heavenly holy hope hour HYMN Jesus JOHN BUNYAN Keble King Lamb of God light live look Lord morn N. P. Willis ne'er nest never night o'er peace Pilgrim's Progress praise prayer rest round sacred saints Saviour shalt shine sing skies smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm strife sunny sweet tears thine Thou art thought throne Thy love unto Vellum Vignette voice wait waves weary weep wind wings word