Songs of the moral sympathiesJ.G.F. & J. Rivington, 1841 - 62 من الصفحات |
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adorns the meek ancient Grecia's classic angels bright Autumn beautiful Blest characters bliss may scan bright and fair bright MORNING STAR Christ CHRISTIAN CHURCH conscious heart tho distant passing-bell dwell earth appears 66 face fear Fraser's Magazine frosty gain When viewed God-fearing eye God's Gospel call greedy tomb grieve hallowed ground hath HEBER JEHOVAH's JESUS JOHN xix keep lowly thy LAMB life's troublous Lord lov'd love in Heaven love the Gospel MARTYR'S Methinks mortal mounts on high ne'er Nought OLD FRIENDS precious Psalm Rejoice RIVINGTON Saviour scan Mongst'angels bright share your glory silver star sink by inches skies And share smiles Son of GOD SONGS soothingly serene star Stern Winter sting storm no sheltering stormy billows roll Tasteless fruition tell Thine thirsteth thou thrall Thrice tint fantastic varies Tis sweet troublous water Steer Twere vale of tears Vide Whilst ye are singing youth
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الصفحة 7 - Facilis descensus Averni; Noctes atque dies patet atri janua Ditis ; Sed revocare gradum, superasque evadere ad auras, Hoc opus, hie labor est !"—VIRGIL.
الصفحة 5 - He said, It is finished ; and He bowed his head, and gave up the ghost."—St. JOHN xix. 30.
الصفحة 16 - unto me, because I have not deserved them ; to return all to Thee, for it is Thine alone ; to suffer reproof thankfully ; to amend all my faults speedily : and do Thou invest my soul with the humble robe of my meek Master and Saviour JESUS : and when I have humbly, patiently, charitably, and diligently served Thee, change this robe into the shining garment of
الصفحة 43 - These, as they change, Almighty Father, these " Are but the varied God."—THOMSON.
الصفحة 6 - with a spear pierced his side, and forthwith came thereout blood and
الصفحة 24 - Oh, worthless is the bliss the world admires, And helpless whom the vulgar mightiest deem ; Tasteless fruition, impotent desires, Pomp, pleasure, pride, how valueless ye seem When the poor soul awakes, and finds its life a dream
الصفحة 28 - I ask the sky, if there ye fly, With angels " bright and fair ?" Each silver star, that shines afar, If ye are singing there ? I ask each stream, whose dancing beam Makes glad each flowery dell; Each bird, each wood, each crag, each
الصفحة 23 - this vale of tears, And lift in silent dread your wistful eyes O'er the bleak wilderness of future years, Where from the storm no sheltering bourn appears ; Whom genius, moody guide, has led astray, And pride has mock'd, and want with chilling fears, Quench'd of each youthful hope the timid ray ; Yet envy not the great, yet envy not the gay
الصفحة 23 - Say, can the silken bed refreshment bring, When from the restless spirit sleep retires ? Or the sharp fever of the serpent's sting, Pains it less shrewdly for his burnish'd spires
الصفحة 28 - Tears off the selfish mask ;— The greedy tomb, in its dark womb. Conceals your forms from sight, And now, all-blest, ye are at rest, In realms where frowns no night! vI. Tis sweet to dwell in hawthorn dell And roam the groves among ;— To climb the mount, to haunt the fount,