The poetry of the sabbath: a collection of all the best poems1865 |
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adore angels ascend Behold bells are ringing BERNARD BARTON bless blest bloom breast breath bright calm chime Christ church cloud COVENANTERS dark death deep delight divine earth earthly EDMESTON ELIZA COOK eternal flowers glad gleaming spire glorious glory God's grace GRAHAME grave hail hallow'd harp hath hear heart heaven heavenly hill holy hour hymn JAMES MONTGOMERY Jehovah Jesus labours light Lord man's neath night o'er peace peal praise pray prayer psalms rapturous song rejoice repose rest rill rise round Sabbath bell Sabbath morn Sabbath-day sacred saints Saviour scene seem'd shine sigh silence sing skies sleep smile soft solemn song song of praise soul sound spirit spread stream sung sweet tears temple Thee Thine Thou art thought throne Thy name toil tomb tongue vale village bells voice WALDENSES walk wander weary wend wild wings woes worship
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Page 35 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway: And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Page 87 - Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed; The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways; While angels in their songs rejoice And cry, "Behold, he prays!
Page 55 - The season smiles, resigning all its rage, And has the warmth of May. The vault is blue Without a cloud, and white without a speck The dazzling splendour of the scene below.
Page 54 - How soft the music of those village bells Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet ! now dying all away, Now pealing loud again and louder still, Clear and sonorous as the gale comes on.
Page 190 - What should we do but sing His praise That led us through the watery maze Unto an isle so long unknown, And yet far kinder than our own? Where He the huge sea-monsters wracks That lift the deep upon their backs, He lands us on a grassy stage, Safe from the storms' and prelates
Page 191 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet And throws the melons at our feet; But apples, plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice. With cedars chosen by His hand...
Page 134 - THIS is the place. Stand still, my steed, Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy Past The forms that once have been.
Page 188 - SAFELY through another week, God has brought us on our way ; — Let us now a blessing seek, Waiting in his courts to-day : Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest.
Page 104 - The brightness of that day We sullied by our foul offence : Wherefore that robe we cast away, Having a new at his expense, Whose drops of blood paid the full price, That was required to make us gay, And fit for Paradise. Thou art a day of mirth : And where the...
Page 81 - Restraining prayer, we cease to fight : Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright: And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.