adore agitation free angels beam beauty behold beneath BERNARD BARTON blessings blest bliss bloom breast breath bright calm clouds dæmons dark death divine dream dust e'er earth eternal ev'n ev'ry fair faith fear flowers glorious glory grace grave Greenock hail hand happy hath hear heart heath bells heaven heavenly hill holy hope hour HYMN immortal Jehovah King life's light Lord lov'd lyre mercy midnight wind midst mind morn mortal mourn ne'er never night o'er pain peace pow'r praise prayer PSALM reign rest rise round sacred Saviour scene Scots Worthies seem'd seraph shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars storm SUMMER HYMN sweet Sweet day tear tempest tempted danger thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne tomb trembling Twas vex'd voice wave weep wings
الصفحة 70 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war : These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
الصفحة 207 - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
الصفحة 52 - Hark, they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
الصفحة 326 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
الصفحة 352 - Mine is an unchanging love, higher than the heights above, deeper than the depths beneath, free and faithful, strong as death. 5 'Thou shalt see my glory soon, when the work of grace is done ; partner of my throne shalt be : say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?
الصفحة 206 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant in sign of worship wave.
الصفحة 67 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.
الصفحة 84 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! 727 Psalm 60.
الصفحة 9 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.