Sacred Poems

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Longmans, Green, and Company, 1868 - Christian poetry, English - 39 pages

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Page 35 - Frail children of dust, And feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, Nor find Thee to fail ; Thy mercies how tender, How firm to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend...
Page 37 - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.
Page 3 - For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 5 And O, when I have safely past Through every conflict — but the last, Still, still unchanging, watch beside My painful bed, — for thou hast died ; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away.
Page 33 - WORSHIP the King All glorious above, O gratefully sing His power and His love, — Our shield and defender, The Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendour, And girded with praise.
Page 8 - Yet, amidst this scene so fair, Should I cease Thy smile to share, What were all its joys to me ? Whom have I on earth but Thee...
Page 34 - Thy bountiful care What tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, It shines in the light; It streams from the hills, It descends to the plain, And sweetly distils In the dew and the rain.
Page 24 - The hopes that holy word supplies, Its truths divine and precepts wise — In each a heavenly beam I see, And every beam conducts to thee.
Page 1 - For we have not an High Priest who cannot be touched with the feeling" of our infirmities, but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin.
Page 6 - By thine hour of dire despair, By thine agony of prayer, By the cross, the nail, the thorn, Piercing spear, and torturing scorn, By the gloom that veiled the skies...
Page 38 - When, sorrowing, o'er some stone I bend, Which covers all that was a friend : And from his voice, his hand, his smile, Divides me — for a little while, — Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed, For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.

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