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ALFRED H angels beneath blessed blest bliss born breast breath bright calm CAROLINE CLIVE Christ Christian CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH Church clouds dark dear death deep divine dost doth e'en earth earthly eternal faith Father fear flowers glorious glory glow God's grace grave hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly Henry HENRY ALFORD HENRY HART MILMAN holy hope Horatius Bonar hour hymns Jesus John Henry Newman JOHN MASON NEALE JOHN STUART BLACKIE Keble King life's light live Lord night o'er pain passed peace poems poet poetry prayer rest RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH RICHARD MANT sacred saints Saviour sight silent sing sleep smile Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears Thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought thro throne toil truth unto verse voice weary weep winds wings wonder Wordsworth
Page 53 - Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide thee, though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see, only thou art holy, there is none beside thee perfect in power, in love, and purity. 4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! all thy works shall praise thy name in earth and sky and sea; Holy, holy, holy!
Page 248 - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, ' Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.' I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, ' Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live.
Page 215 - NEARER, my God ! to thee, Nearer to thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ! Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God ! to thee, Nearer to thee...
Page 215 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Page 161 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Page 13 - 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 Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry—
Page 21 - Here woman reigns ; the mother, daughter, wife, Strews with fresh flowers the narrow way of life ; In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. " Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found ?" Art thou a man ? — a patriot ? — look around ; Oh, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home...
Page 85 - Just as I am Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ! Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come...