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... Morning * The Voice of Spring ་ ་་་ 4 The Missionare's Fome Faith and Bone 6 90 92 DoniumATINA ContaTmani . Prayer for Contentmani The Night - blowing , Careus , The Fest Home 40 Pegyer to Dic England 30 Nations . Anthem . Change of ...
... Morning * The Voice of Spring ་ ་་་ 4 The Missionare's Fome Faith and Bone 6 90 92 DoniumATINA ContaTmani . Prayer for Contentmani The Night - blowing , Careus , The Fest Home 40 Pegyer to Dic England 30 Nations . Anthem . Change of ...
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... Morn Sabbath Evening A Dirge A Voyage Round the World Who is my Neighbour ? England's Oak The Mariners of England A ... Morning 18 Happiness 14 Lines suggested by attending a 19 Dr. Doddridge on his Motto , " Dum 20 vivimus vivamus ...
... Morn Sabbath Evening A Dirge A Voyage Round the World Who is my Neighbour ? England's Oak The Mariners of England A ... Morning 18 Happiness 14 Lines suggested by attending a 19 Dr. Doddridge on his Motto , " Dum 20 vivimus vivamus ...
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... morn , The swallow twittering from the straw - built shed ; The cock's shrill clarion , or the echoing horn- No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed . For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn , Or busy housewife ply her ...
... morn , The swallow twittering from the straw - built shed ; The cock's shrill clarion , or the echoing horn- No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed . For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn , Or busy housewife ply her ...
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... MORN . WELCOME once more , delightful morn ! I hail each bright returning ray ; I love the peaceful rising dawn , That ushers in the holy day . The hours how sweet , the day how blest , The calm repose , the kind retreat ; That gives ...
... MORN . WELCOME once more , delightful morn ! I hail each bright returning ray ; I love the peaceful rising dawn , That ushers in the holy day . The hours how sweet , the day how blest , The calm repose , the kind retreat ; That gives ...
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... morning breeze , And soar aloft to reach the skies . O what a feast ! how richly spread ! Stupendous love ! transcendent grace ! If Jesus o'er his people shed The radiant beauties of his face . What inward peace the saints possess ...
... morning breeze , And soar aloft to reach the skies . O what a feast ! how richly spread ! Stupendous love ! transcendent grace ! If Jesus o'er his people shed The radiant beauties of his face . What inward peace the saints possess ...
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angel Art Thou ask'd beauty behold beneath beneath the sky BERNARD BARTON bless blest bliss bloom breath breeze bright celestial child dead dear death deep delight DESCRIPTIVE POETRY dust to dust dwell Earth to earth earthly eternal fair Father Father's Name flood flowers glorious glory grace grave green happiest happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy homes of England hour humble Israel Jesus Learn to labour life's light live Lord loves me best MILLENNIAL SABBATH mountains moving heart night night into morning o'er pass'd path peace perfect bliss praise pray prayer reign rest rise round sabbath bell sacred Saviour's shine shore sleep smile song soul Speak gently spirit star by star storm stormy tempests blow strange hills sweet tear tell thee thine Thou art thought throne Thy neighbour toil tomb trees Twas voice
Popular passages
Page 73 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Page 33 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white, then melts forever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Page 34 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 37 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Page 43 - They sin who tell us love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell; Earthly these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth. But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.