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Lyric Gems: A Collection of Original and Select Sacred Poetry
Samuel Francis Smith
No preview available - 2015
amid angels aught beams bless blest bliss bloom breast breath bright Christ Christian clouds dark dead death deep dream Dust to dust dwell earth earthly Eden watered etermal eternal fade faded things faith fear fled flowers friends GEORGE TUCKER glorious glory green days grief guiding ray hath hear heaven heavenly holy hope hope and fear hour with thee house of prayer Jesus life's life’s light lingers Liſt List thy Saviour's Lord mercy morning mortal mourn night numbered o'er thy pain path peace PILGRIM praise pray prayer for thee Remember the Poor restless heart rise round Sabbath Bell Saviour scene seraph shadows shine sigh skies sleep smile song sorrow soul stars strife sweet sweetly take your rest tears tempests thine thou art thought throne thy Saviour's prayer trod wanderer waters sleep wave weary weep wing wither Ye band Zion's
Page 89 - 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 90 - 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 24 - 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 59 - 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 48 - 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 62 - 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 91 - 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 89 - 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!