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Heavenly Melodies: Being Original and Selected Poems (1865)
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Pàgina 21 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...
Pàgina 114 - Though dark my path and sad my lot, Let me be still, and murmur not, Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,
Pàgina 30 - AMAZING grace ! how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see.
Pàgina 162 - From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains .Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Pàgina 96 - Year. 1 AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes, And lift your voices high ; Awake, and praise that sovereign love That shows salvation nigh. 2 On all the wings of time it flies ; Each moment brings it near : Then welcome each declining day ; Welcome each closing year. 3 Not many years their rounds shall run, Nor many mornings rise, Ere all its glories stand revealed > To our admiring eyes. 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course ; Ye mortal powers, decay ; Fast as ye bring the night of death, Ye...
Pàgina 142 - JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Pàgina 182 - Sweet to look back, and see my Name In life's fair book set down ; Sweet to look forward, and behold Eternal joys my own...
Pàgina 123 - Go, labour on ; spend, and be spent — Thy joy to do the Father's will. It is the way the Master went : Should not the servant tread it still ? Go, labour on ; 'tis not for nought : Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain.