Heavenly melodies: selected poems

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Pàgina 180 - 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 23 - The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. 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; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Pàgina 115 - Though dark my path and sad my lot, Let me be still, and murmur not, Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,
Pàgina 32 - 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 98 - 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 144 - 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 181 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Pàgina 125 - 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.
Pàgina 60 - God, in Israel, sows the seeds Of affliction, pain, and toil ; These spring up and choke the weeds Which would else o'erspread the...
Pàgina 89 - She guides the young, with innocence, In pleasure's path to tread ; A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head. 5 According as her labors rise, So her rewards increase ; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace.

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