The poetical monitor: consisting of pieces select and original [ed. by E. Hill].1819 |
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... gives ; My num'rous wants thy hand relieves ; Nor can I ever , LORD , be poor , Who live on thine exhaustless store . If ... give thanks to thee ! PRAISING GOD THROUGH OUR EXISTENCE . YES , I will 11 "GIVING THANKS UNTO GOD ALWAYS IN ALL ...
... gives ; My num'rous wants thy hand relieves ; Nor can I ever , LORD , be poor , Who live on thine exhaustless store . If ... give thanks to thee ! PRAISING GOD THROUGH OUR EXISTENCE . YES , I will 11 "GIVING THANKS UNTO GOD ALWAYS IN ALL ...
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... bleeding heart is touch'd With mem❜ry of our woes . To thee , my Saviour and my king , Glad homage let me give ; And stand prepar'd , like thee to die With thee , that I may live . THE SAVIOUR REMEMBERED . ' EAT , drink , in 27.
... bleeding heart is touch'd With mem❜ry of our woes . To thee , my Saviour and my king , Glad homage let me give ; And stand prepar'd , like thee to die With thee , that I may live . THE SAVIOUR REMEMBERED . ' EAT , drink , in 27.
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... give , Thy goodness through these veils to see ; Thy table food celestial yields ; And happy they who sit with thee . But Oh ! what vast , transporting , joys Shall fill our breasts , our tongues inspire , When , join'd with the ...
... give , Thy goodness through these veils to see ; Thy table food celestial yields ; And happy they who sit with thee . But Oh ! what vast , transporting , joys Shall fill our breasts , our tongues inspire , When , join'd with the ...
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... gives my labouring conscience peace ; Raises my grateful passions high , And points to mansions in the sky . For love like this , Oh ! let my song , Through endless years , thy praise prolong ] And distant climes thy name adore , Till ...
... gives my labouring conscience peace ; Raises my grateful passions high , And points to mansions in the sky . For love like this , Oh ! let my song , Through endless years , thy praise prolong ] And distant climes thy name adore , Till ...
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... give , Such bliss as blossoms at his side . His work my hoary age shall bless , When youthful vigour is no more : And my last hour of life confess , His love hath animating pow'r THE EXAMPLE OF CHRIST . BEHOLD , where , in a mortal form ...
... give , Such bliss as blossoms at his side . His work my hoary age shall bless , When youthful vigour is no more : And my last hour of life confess , His love hath animating pow'r THE EXAMPLE OF CHRIST . BEHOLD , where , in a mortal form ...
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Angels Asham'd beauty bestow betimes bids blessings blest bliss bloom BRAMBLE breast breath bright celestial cheerful CHRIST Cricket death delight design'd divine dread earth endless day eternal ev'ry fair FATHER DIVINE fear filmy flow flower folly give glory grace grateful hand happy happy day Hast thou hear heart Heav'n heav'nly hope hopes and fears hour humble immortal JESUS joys kite labour life's light live LORD love divine matchless mind morning mortal mourn nature's ne'er night nobler NOSEGAY o'er op'ning pain path peace perfume pity pleasure poor pow'r pray'r pride raptures reign rest rise sacred Saviour scenes Seraph shine sigh sight sing skies smiles song soul spring sweet tear tempests thee thine thou e'er thought Thro thy love Thy mercy thy praise tomb tongue truth Twas virtue virtuous voice Where'er wings wise young youth
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Страница 38 - WAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, •'*• And press with vigor on : A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey : Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3...
Страница 132 - twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know. Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy : Whilst thus I sing, I am a king, Although a poor blind boy.
Страница 25 - Lives again our glorious King, Where, O death, is now thy sting...
Страница 88 - Fair, distant land! could mortal eyes But half its charms explore, How would our spirits long to rise, And dwell on earth no more ! 3 No cloud those blissful regions know — Realms ever bright and fair! For sin, the source of mortal woe, Can never enter there.
Страница 15 - It gently clear'd my way; And through the pleasing snares of vice, More to be fear'd than thev.
Страница 26 - This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung ; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue. Ten thousand differing lips shall join To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings, To nations yet unborn.
Страница 71 - SEE the leaves around us falling, Dry and wither'd to the ground ; Thus to thoughtless mortals calling, In a sad and solemn sound...
Страница 16 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Страница 13 - All that Spring, with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land ; All that liberal Autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores. These to Thee, my God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow ; And for these my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Страница 14 - WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise...