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... spirit from " the book of grace And book of nature " . may find in this little manual much to make the Sabbath a delight , " and to kindle and keep burning within them the love of God , and a desire of a better knowledge of his works ...
... spirit from " the book of grace And book of nature " . may find in this little manual much to make the Sabbath a delight , " and to kindle and keep burning within them the love of God , and a desire of a better knowledge of his works ...
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... , " Thoughts in prospect of Death , " This do in remembrance of me , " The Grave , Resignation , Spencer . 98 Henry K. White . 99 Noel . 101 Bernard Barton . 102 R. P. 103 Powers of the Disembodied Spirit , The Grave , # vi.
... , " Thoughts in prospect of Death , " This do in remembrance of me , " The Grave , Resignation , Spencer . 98 Henry K. White . 99 Noel . 101 Bernard Barton . 102 R. P. 103 Powers of the Disembodied Spirit , The Grave , # vi.
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... Spirit , The silent Expression of Nature , Life and Death , Comper . 112 He . 113 Anonymous . 114 Mrs. Hemans . 116 Logan . 117 Bryant . 119 Noel . 121 J. Bowring . 122 J. Wilson . 123 J. G. Percival . 124 Wordsworth . 126 Edmeston ...
... Spirit , The silent Expression of Nature , Life and Death , Comper . 112 He . 113 Anonymous . 114 Mrs. Hemans . 116 Logan . 117 Bryant . 119 Noel . 121 J. Bowring . 122 J. Wilson . 123 J. G. Percival . 124 Wordsworth . 126 Edmeston ...
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... Spirit , The Grave , # God's First Temples , Effects of the Grace of God , Sacred Melody , ++ Hymn of Nature , Wisdom , Jesus teaching the People , On the Death of a Christian Friend , Lines addressed to a Ring - Dove , • ter , " Hymn ...
... Spirit , The Grave , # God's First Temples , Effects of the Grace of God , Sacred Melody , ++ Hymn of Nature , Wisdom , Jesus teaching the People , On the Death of a Christian Friend , Lines addressed to a Ring - Dove , • ter , " Hymn ...
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... Spirit of spirits ! who , through every part , 183 Sweet bird , again that plaintive strain , Sweet harp of Judah ! shall thy sound , 168 107 Sweet is the scene when virtue dies , 218 Sweet Peace , where dost thou dwell ? & c . 216 ...
... Spirit of spirits ! who , through every part , 183 Sweet bird , again that plaintive strain , Sweet harp of Judah ! shall thy sound , 168 107 Sweet is the scene when virtue dies , 218 Sweet Peace , where dost thou dwell ? & c . 216 ...
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amaranthine angels beams beauty beneath Bernard Barton bids bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow Caroline Fry child clouds cold dark dead death DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB divine dust earth earthly Edmeston Emily Taylor eternal fade fair Father fear feel fire flowers gloom glorious glory glow grace grave grief harp hath heart heaven heavenly Herbert Knowles holy hope hopes and fears hour HYMN leaves light lonely Lord lyre mighty morn mortal Mother's Love mourn night o'er pale peace praise prayer rest rill rise roll rose round Sabbath sacred Savior scene shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sphere spirit spring Star of Bethlehem stars storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought throne tomb tread vale voice wakes wandering wave weep wind wings youth
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Page 207 - DURING HIS SOLITARY ABODE IN THE ISLAND OF JUAN FERNANDEZ. I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the hrute. 0 solitude! where are the charms
Page 274 - of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing. Ye in heaven! On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end! Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, Sure pledge of day, that
Page 133 - in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars in the sea When the blue ware rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset
Page 188 - gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with a thousand eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine. And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye: Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. THE
Page 205 - the blood of goat, The flesh of rams, I will not prize ; A contrite heart, an humble thought, Are mine accepted sacrifice." FUNERAL HYMN. YE midnight shades, o'er nature spread! Dumb silence of the dreary hour! In honor of the approaching dead, Around your awful terrors pour. Yes, pour around On this pale ground,
Page 163 - roam : But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, God, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through virtue's purer air, To hold my course to
Page 188 - vistas into heaven, Those hues that mark the sun's decline, So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine. When night, with wings of stormy gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with a thousand eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
Page 201 - men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen. And now when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home, When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all The
Page 157 - origin divine, God's glorious image—freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky; The soul, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE ! GOD'S FIRST TEMPLES.—A
Page 177 - THE REV. W. MASON. TAKE, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear; Take that best gift, which Heaven so lately gave. To Bristol's fount I bore, with trembling care, Her faded form—she how'd to taste the wave, And died ! Does youth, does beauty read the line ? Does sympathetic fear their breast alarm ? Speak, dead