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... Bell , • The Sabbath Eve , Sabbath Evening , Christ Blessing the Bread , • Page . R. A. Wilmott , 9 Charles Swain , 10 11 12 S. Graham , Bowring , 13 15 17 · Blackwood , Byron , 18 19 23 12 22 : 24 : R2ARRIB 28 29 31 33 34 25 Chris ...
... Bell , • The Sabbath Eve , Sabbath Evening , Christ Blessing the Bread , • Page . R. A. Wilmott , 9 Charles Swain , 10 11 12 S. Graham , Bowring , 13 15 17 · Blackwood , Byron , 18 19 23 12 22 : 24 : R2ARRIB 28 29 31 33 34 25 Chris ...
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... BELL . MRS . WILSON . PILGRIM , that hast meekly borne All the cold world's bitter scorn , Journeying through this vale of tears , Till the promised land appears , Where the pure in heart shall dwell- Thou dost bless the Sabbath Bell ...
... BELL . MRS . WILSON . PILGRIM , that hast meekly borne All the cold world's bitter scorn , Journeying through this vale of tears , Till the promised land appears , Where the pure in heart shall dwell- Thou dost bless the Sabbath Bell ...
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... Bell . Monarch , on thy regal throne ; Ruler , whom the nations own ; Captive , at thy prison grate , Sad in heart , and desolate : Bid earth's minor cares farewell- Hark ! it is the Sabbath Bell ! Statesman , toiling in the mart ...
... Bell . Monarch , on thy regal throne ; Ruler , whom the nations own ; Captive , at thy prison grate , Sad in heart , and desolate : Bid earth's minor cares farewell- Hark ! it is the Sabbath Bell ! Statesman , toiling in the mart ...
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... Bell . Mother , that with tearful eye Stand'st to watch thy first - born die , Bending o'er his cradle - bed ; ' Till the last pure breath has fled ; What to thee of hope can tell , Like the solemn Sabbath Bell ? " Mourner , " thus it ...
... Bell . Mother , that with tearful eye Stand'st to watch thy first - born die , Bending o'er his cradle - bed ; ' Till the last pure breath has fled ; What to thee of hope can tell , Like the solemn Sabbath Bell ? " Mourner , " thus it ...
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... bell shall toll for him Its mournful , solemn dirge ; The winds shall chant a requiem To him beneath the surge . THE BURIAL GROUND . THE dead are everywhere ! The mountain side ; the plain ; the wood profound ; All the wide earth - the ...
... bell shall toll for him Its mournful , solemn dirge ; The winds shall chant a requiem To him beneath the surge . THE BURIAL GROUND . THE dead are everywhere ! The mountain side ; the plain ; the wood profound ; All the wide earth - the ...
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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 |
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amid angels beam blessed bliss bloom breast breath bright cherubim Christ Christian clouds dark dead death dream Dust to dust dwell earth Eden watered eternal fade faded things faith fear fled flowers friends gather GEORGE TUCKER glorious glory gone grave green days grief guiding ray hath heart heaven heavenly HENRY VAUGHAN holy hope hope and fear hour with thee house of prayer Jesus life's Lift light linger Lord lyre morning mortal mourn night numbered o'er thy pain path peace PILGRIM praise pray Remember the Poor rise round S. F. SMITH Sabbath Bell Saviour scene seraph shadows shine shining band sigh skies sleep smile song sorrow soul stars strife sweet sweetly tears tempests thine THOMAS BRAGG thou art Thou hast throne thy Saviour's prayer thy spirit tomb trod wanderer waters sleep wave weary wing wither Ye band youth Zion's
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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 55 - Lord, thy guests away. 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain, Long have we sought thy rest in vain ; Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost, Long have our souls been tempest-tost ; Low at thy feet our sins we lay ; Turn not, O Lord ! thy guests away.
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!
Page 52 - Doth not each rain-drop help to form The cool, refreshing shower, And every ray of light to warm And beautify the flower...