Songs of the heart: poems, Issue 538 |
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... weary , fainting fast , ' Mid fallen friends and foes he fell , Yet battled nobly to the last , With courage no defeat could quell . They raised him senseless from the ground , Where thick the dead and dying lay , His bleeding limbs ...
... weary , fainting fast , ' Mid fallen friends and foes he fell , Yet battled nobly to the last , With courage no defeat could quell . They raised him senseless from the ground , Where thick the dead and dying lay , His bleeding limbs ...
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... they kept . And thus , by God's own Spirit wrought , He broke the ranks of error down , The battle of the Cross he fought , And won the faithful soldier's crown . M THE WAY OF PEACE . Y heart was weary SONGS OF THE HEART . 15.
... they kept . And thus , by God's own Spirit wrought , He broke the ranks of error down , The battle of the Cross he fought , And won the faithful soldier's crown . M THE WAY OF PEACE . Y heart was weary SONGS OF THE HEART . 15.
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... weary then , with tearful eyes , I gazed upon the blessed band Who taste the endless joys that rise Within that everlasting land : A longing rose within my breast To reach that home and be at rest . In eager haste I strove to find Some ...
... weary then , with tearful eyes , I gazed upon the blessed band Who taste the endless joys that rise Within that everlasting land : A longing rose within my breast To reach that home and be at rest . In eager haste I strove to find Some ...
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... weary , ART Child of earth and sin ? Is the prospect dreary , And the heart within ? Do thy work and mission Fruitless prove to thee , And thy hopes a vision That but seems to flee ? Up , and break the fetter Of each dark delay ...
... weary , ART Child of earth and sin ? Is the prospect dreary , And the heart within ? Do thy work and mission Fruitless prove to thee , And thy hopes a vision That but seems to flee ? Up , and break the fetter Of each dark delay ...
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... Weary with pain and care , And I would feel the blessed breeze , Once more before I die , Steal through the open window , And reach me where I lie . It breathes to me of heaven , Where now I soon shall be , And seems to whisper to my ...
... Weary with pain and care , And I would feel the blessed breeze , Once more before I die , Steal through the open window , And reach me where I lie . It breathes to me of heaven , Where now I soon shall be , And seems to whisper to my ...
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Page 24 - And he stayed yet other seven days; and again he sent forth the dove out of the ark; and the dove came in to him in the evening; and, lo, in her mouth was an olive leaf pluckt off: so Noah knew that the waters were abated from off the earth.
Page 84 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 1 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart. As showers from the clouds of summer. Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor.
Page 47 - what music hast thou provided for thy saints in heaven, when thou affordest bad men such music on earth?" There appears to be a meaning in the sound beyond what reaches the ear ; it links itself with the aspects of nature, with the spirit of the hour, or blends with the sad reminiscence or the hopeful reverie, like its echo or response. There is, too, a metaphysical...
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