Drifted Snow Flakes: Or, Poetical Gatherings from Many AuthorsFor sale at the Protestant Episcopal Book Society, 1864 - 208 頁 |
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angels Art thou beautiful behold beneath blessed blest Bridegroom bright bright promise brow chastening cheer child Christ CITY OF GOD cold COMMUNION HYMN cross CROWN OF STARS dark dear death deep divine doth E'en earth earthly Easter evermore eyes fade faint fair faith Father FATHER'S BIBLE fear feet flowers Friend gazed Gethsemane gloom glory grace grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour HYMN Jesus wept lamb Let me go life's light LITTLE HEART'S-EASE live Looking off unto Lord love thee mighty to save morning mountain neath night o'er path peace pilgrim POOL OF BETHESDA prayer rest Saviour shadow shalt shine sight skies smile snow Drops sorrow soul spirit sweet tears tempest thine thorn thou art thou hast thought throne trembling trod trust unto Jesus voice waiting wanderer watch weary wilt wing word
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第 91 頁 - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, ' Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.' I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, ' Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live.
第 62 頁 - O LORD ! how happy should we be If we could cast our care on thee, — If we from self could rest; And feel at heart, that one above In perfect wisdom, perfect love, Is working for the best.
第 82 頁 - I dare not choose my lot; I would not, if I might ; Choose Thou for me, my God, So shall I walk aright. The kingdom that I seek Is Thine; so let the way That leads to it be Thine, Else I must surely stray. Take Thou my cup, and it With joy or sorrow fill, As best to Thee may seem; Choose Thou my good and ill.
第 90 頁 - Hath He marks to lead me to Him, If He be my guide ? " In His feet and hands are wound-prints, And His side.
第 24 頁 - Only waiting till the shadows Are a little longer grown; Only waiting till the glimmer Of the day's last beam is flown; Then from out the gathered darkness, Holy deathless stars shall rise, By whose light my soul shall gladly Tread its pathway to the skies.
第 106 頁 - Tis a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought ; Do I love the Lord, or no ? Am I his, or am I not ? 2 If I love, why am I thus? , Why this dull, this lifeless frame ? Hardly, sure, can they be worse, Who have never heard his name...
第 80 頁 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one Step enough for me.
第 83 頁 - But their voices are drowned in the rushing tide. There's one with ringlets of sunny gold, And eyes, the reflection of heaven's own blue , He crossed in the twilight, gray and cold, And the pale mist hid him from mortal view. We saw not the angels that met him there, The gates of the city we could not see ; Over the river, over the river, My brother stands waiting to welcome me.
第 84 頁 - They cross the stream and are gone for aye. We may not sunder the veil apart That hides from our vision the gates of day...
第 80 頁 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.