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... Father has written for thee . " " Come , wander with me , " she said , " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God . " And he wandered away and away With Nature , the dear old nurse , Who sang to ...
... Father has written for thee . " " Come , wander with me , " she said , " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God . " And he wandered away and away With Nature , the dear old nurse , Who sang to ...
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... FATHER , WHATE'ER OF EARTHLY BLISS , FIELD LILIES , FLEE AS A BIRD , FLOOD OF YEARS , THE , FLOW GENTLY , SWEET AFTON , FLOWERS FOR THE BRAVE , FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS , FOREST HYMN , FOREVER AND FOREVER , FOUR OUTLINES , FRETTING JENNIE ...
... FATHER , WHATE'ER OF EARTHLY BLISS , FIELD LILIES , FLEE AS A BIRD , FLOOD OF YEARS , THE , FLOW GENTLY , SWEET AFTON , FLOWERS FOR THE BRAVE , FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS , FOREST HYMN , FOREVER AND FOREVER , FOUR OUTLINES , FRETTING JENNIE ...
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... Father . Whate'er of Earthly Bliss 32 , Sun of My Soul 312 , There is a Green Hill 313 , By Cool Siloam 313 , Work , for the Night is Coming 314 , Blest B the Tie 414 356 314 , Now Thank We All Our God 315 , 12 CONTENTS .
... Father . Whate'er of Earthly Bliss 32 , Sun of My Soul 312 , There is a Green Hill 313 , By Cool Siloam 313 , Work , for the Night is Coming 314 , Blest B the Tie 414 356 314 , Now Thank We All Our God 315 , 12 CONTENTS .
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... Father in Heaven prepare the precious essence of life , the pure cold water . in the green glade and grassy dell , where the red deer wanders , and the child loves to play , there God brews it . And down , low down in the deepest ...
... Father in Heaven prepare the precious essence of life , the pure cold water . in the green glade and grassy dell , where the red deer wanders , and the child loves to play , there God brews it . And down , low down in the deepest ...
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... father looked at her kindly ; But he shook his head and smiled , " Now , who but a doting mother Would think of a thing so wild ? If the children were tortured by demons , Or dying of fever , ' twere well ; Or had they the taint of the ...
... father looked at her kindly ; But he shook his head and smiled , " Now , who but a doting mother Would think of a thing so wild ? If the children were tortured by demons , Or dying of fever , ' twere well ; Or had they the taint of the ...
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Page 320 - Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land. I am weak, but thou art mighty : Hold me with thy powerful hand. Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. Open now the crystal fountain Whence the living waters flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through.
Page 317 - foil the tempter's power? Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me. I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless : Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting ? where, grave, thy victory ? I triumph still, if thou abide
Page 320 - of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies. Accepted at thy throne of grace Let this petition rise: Give me a calm and thankful heart, From every murmur free ; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee. Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My path of life attend: Thy presence
Page 320 - SUN OF MY SOUL. Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near; Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. When the soft dews of kindly sleep My weary eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour's breast.
Page 65 - hast put all things under his feet: all sheep and oxen, Yea, and the beasts of the field; The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, And whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas. 0 Lord our Lord, How excellent is thy name in all the earth 1 PSALM
Page 443 - Hail to thee, blithe spirit!—bird thou never wert,— That from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still, and higher, from the earth thou springes* Like a cloud of fire ; the blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever, singest.
Page 60 - Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music. And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as
Page 318 - day ; and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long thy power has blest me, sure it still Will lead me on, O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till And with the morn those angel faces smile, Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. The night is gone
Page 385 - us Footprints on the sands of time; — Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Let us, then, be up and doing, Learn to labor and to wait.
Page 323 - land The work of an Almighty hand. What though in solemn silence all Move round this dark, terrestrial ball ? What though no real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found ? In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice ; Forever singing, as they shine— "The hand that