Drifted Snow Flakes: Or, Poetical Gatherings from Many AuthorsFor sale at the Protestant Episcopal Book Society, 1864 - 208 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 91 - 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.
الصفحة 40 - For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.
الصفحة 82 - I dare not choose my lot; I would not, if I might ; Choose Thou for me, my God, So shall I walk aright. The kingdom that I seek Is Thine; so let the way That leads to it be Thine, Else I must surely stray. Take Thou my cup, and it With joy or sorrow fill, As best to Thee may seem; Choose Thou my good and ill.
الصفحة 62 - Lord, how happy should we be If we could cast our care on Thee, If we from self could rest ; And feel at heart that One above, In perfect wisdom, perfect love, Is working for the best.
الصفحة 24 - Only waiting till the shadows Are a little longer grown; Only waiting till the glimmer Of the day's last beam is flown; Then from out the gathered darkness, Holy deathless stars shall rise, By whose light my soul shall gladly Tread its pathway to the skies.
الصفحة 90 - Hath He marks to lead me to Him, If He be my guide ? " In His feet and hands are wound-prints And His side.
الصفحة 80 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one Step enough for me.
الصفحة 105 - Tis a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought ; Do I love the Lord, or no ? Am I his, or am I not ? 2 If I love, why am I thus?
الصفحة 83 - But their voices are drowned in the rushing tide. There's one with ringlets of sunny gold, And eyes, the reflection of heaven's own blue , He crossed in the twilight, gray and cold, And the pale mist hid him from mortal view. We saw not the angels that met him there, The gates of the city we could not see ; Over the river, over the river, My brother stands waiting to welcome me.
الصفحة 80 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.