Lyra Consolationis: Or, Hymns for the Day of Sorrow & WearinessHoratius Bonar R. Carter & Brothers, 1866 - 317 páginas |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
AFFLICTION Alpine heights ANON Art thou beams Behold beloved beneath bitter blessed blest bliss breast breath bright calm Canaan Christ Cling clouds comfort crown dark dark victory days of heaven dead dear death desert divine dost doth dwelling earth earthly everlasting evermore eyes faint faith Father fear flee Glorious word glory God's grace grave grief Hallelujah song hard to die hath heal hear heart heaven heavenly heavier cross holy homeward bound hope hour Jesus life's light lives Lord morning star mourn ne'er night NIGHT SONG o'er pain peace PETRARCH pilgrim power of pain praise prayer rejoice rise saints Saviour seek shadows shine sigh sing smile soul spirit star storm stranger's heart Sweet truth tears tempest thee thine THOLUCK Thou art Thou hast Thou wilt throne thy hand thy love thy rest toil trust twill voice weary weep wings ΑΝΟΝ
Passagens conhecidas
Página 55 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will.
Página 10 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Página 21 - All as God wills, who wisely heeds To give or to withhold, And knoweth more of all my needs Than all my prayers have told. Enough that blessings undeserved Have marked my erring track ; That wheresoe'er my feet have swerved His chastening turned me back ; That more and more a Providence Of love is understood, Making the springs of time and sense Sweet with eternal good...
Página 55 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Página 165 - Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon. When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Página 31 - The God of Abraham praise ! At whose supreme command From earth I rise — and seek the joys At his right hand ; I all on earth forsake, Its wisdom, fame, and power, And him my only portion make, My shield and tower.
Página 227 - Ye, no more your suns descending, Waning moons no more shall see ; But, your griefs for ever ending, Find eternal noon in me : God shall rise, and, shining o'er you, Change to day the gloom of night ; He, the Lord, shall be your glory, God your everlasting light.
Página 175 - It was no path of flowers, Through this dark world of ours, Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread ; And shall we in dismay Shrink from the narrow way, When clouds and darkness are around it spread?
Página 297 - How blest the righteous when he dies ! When sinks a weary soul to rest ! How mildly beam the closing eyes ! How gently heaves the expiring breast ! 2 So fades a summer cloud away ; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; So gently shuts the eye of day ; So dies a wave along the shore.
Página 164 - O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age! Light the prime work of God to me...