Works: Life and Letters, Volume 8Saunders and Otley, 1835 |
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... voice in every blast , Could catch the sound no more : For then , by toil subdued , he drank The stifling wave , and then he sank . No poet wept him ; but the page Of narrative sincere , That tells his name , his worth , his age , Is ...
... voice in every blast , Could catch the sound no more : For then , by toil subdued , he drank The stifling wave , and then he sank . No poet wept him ; but the page Of narrative sincere , That tells his name , his worth , his age , Is ...
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... voice divine the storm allay'd , No light propitious shone ; When , snatch'd from all effectual aid . We perish'd , each alone : But I beneath a rougher sea , And whelm'd in deeper gulfs than he . March 20 , 1799 . TO SIR JOSHUA ...
... voice divine the storm allay'd , No light propitious shone ; When , snatch'd from all effectual aid . We perish'd , each alone : But I beneath a rougher sea , And whelm'd in deeper gulfs than he . March 20 , 1799 . TO SIR JOSHUA ...
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... voice that speaks in thunder , Says , " Sinner , I am thine ! " VII . VANITY OF THE WORLD . God gives his mercies to be spent ; Your hoard will do your soul no good ; Gold is a blessing only lent , Repaid by giving others food . The ...
... voice that speaks in thunder , Says , " Sinner , I am thine ! " VII . VANITY OF THE WORLD . God gives his mercies to be spent ; Your hoard will do your soul no good ; Gold is a blessing only lent , Repaid by giving others food . The ...
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... voice of war again " 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 ...
... voice of war again " 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 ...
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... I know them , and I hate their din , Am weary of the bustling crowd ; But while their voice is heard within , I cannot serve thee as I would . VOL . VIII . I Oh ! for the joy thy presence gives , What HYMNS . 113 The House of Prayer •
... I know them , and I hate their din , Am weary of the bustling crowd ; But while their voice is heard within , I cannot serve thee as I would . VOL . VIII . I Oh ! for the joy thy presence gives , What HYMNS . 113 The House of Prayer •
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adore beneath Bishop of Meaux blessing blest blood boast bosom breast breath Christian church Church of England Claudius Buchanan Clement Marot Cowper creature dear death delight divine divine grace doctrines dwell e'en earth eternal eyes faith fear feel Fénelon fill'd fix'd flame give glory gracious hand happy hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope JEHOVAH-SHALOM JEHOVAH-SHAMMAH JOHN NEWTON King light live Lord love thee Madame Guion mercy mind muse never Newton night nymphs o'er Olney Hymns once pain peace piety pleasure praise prayer prove Psalms racter reign repose Robert Wisdome sacred Saviour scene seek shade shalt shine shore sight sins Sir Thomas Wyatt skies smile song soon sorrow soul spirit storm sweet tears thine things Thomas Churchyard thou art thou hast thought trembling truth verse VIII Where'er wonder word youth
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Page 163 - 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.
Page 74 - So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
Page 142 - There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh ! with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God ! There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays ; Nor asks a witness of her song, Nor thirsts for human praise.
Page 420 - Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak. She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Page 48 - If his children forsake my law, and walk not in my judgments ; If they break my statutes, and keep not my commandments ; Then will I visit their transgression with the rod, and their iniquity with stripes. Nevertheless my loving-kindness will I not utterly take from him, nor suffer my faithfulness to fail.
Page 5 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary ! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary...
Page 127 - A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun ; It gives a light to every age, It gives, but borrows none. 3 The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Page 55 - God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty; and base things of the world, and things which are despised hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are: that no flesh should glory in his presence.
Page 163 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Page 133 - THE billows swell, the winds are high, Clouds overcast my wint'ry sky ; Out of the depths to thee I call, My fears are great, my strength is small. 2 O LORD, the pilot's part perform, And guide and guard me through the storm ; Defend me from each threat'ning ill, Control the waves, say,