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Lyric Gems: A Collection of Original and Select Sacred Poetry (Classic Reprint)
S. F. Smith
No preview available - 2018
Lyric Gems: A Collection of Original and Select Sacred Poetry
Samuel Francis Smith
No preview available - 2015
Amid angels bear beautiful Bell blessed bliss bloom break breast breath bright bring broken Christ Christian clouds comes dark dead death deep dream dust dwell earth eternal fade fair faith fall fear flow flowers friends gather given glorious glory gone grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly hold holy hope hour land leave life's Lift light linger living look Lord lost meet morning mortal mourn never night o'er pain pass path peace praise pray prayer rest rise round Sabbath Saviour scene seek shadow shine sigh sing skies sleep smile song soon sorrow soul spirit stand stars streams sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought throne trust wait wanderer wave weary weep wing wither youth
Page 87 - Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth; Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer, But all for thee, thou Mightiest of the earth. The banquet hath its hour — Its feverish hour — of mirth and song and wine; There comes a day for grief's o'erwhelming power, A time for softer tears, — but all are thine.
Page 88 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set, but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Page 22 - OH ! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream : Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell ; Mourn — where their God hath dwelt the godless dwell!
Page 57 - ONE prayer I have, — all prayers in one, — When I am wholly thine; • " Thy will, my God, thy will be done, And let that will be mine.
Page 46 - Launch thy bark, mariner ! Christian, God speed thee ! Let loose the rudder-bands — Good angels lead thee! Set thy sails warily, Tempests will come; Steer thy course steadily; Christian, steer home! Look to the weather-bow, Breakers are round thee ; Let fall the plummet now, Shallows may ground thee.
Page 60 - Lift the heart and bend the knee. Traveller, in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band ; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone ; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell ; Sailor, on the darkening sea, Lift the heart and bend the knee.
Page 89 - To Jesus, the Crown of my Hope, My soul is in haste to be gone ; Oh bear me, ye cherubim, up, And waft me away to his throne...
Page 87 - Is it when spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale? They have one season — all are ours, to die!