The Christian harp

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Page 84 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
Page 2 - IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Page 22 - Even in its very motion there was rest ; While every breath of eve that chanced to blow Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west. Emblem, methought, of the departed soul, To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given ; And by the breath of mercy made to roll Right onward to the golden gates of Heaven ; Where to the eye of Faith it peaceful lies, And tells to man his glorious destinies.
Page 51 - This only can my fears control, And bid my sorrows fly ; What harm can ever reach my soul Beneath my Father's eye...
Page 104 - In every stream his bounty flows, Diffusing joy and wealth; In every breeze his spirit blows, — The breath of life and health.
Page 36 - THE bird that soars on highest wing, Builds on the ground her lowly nest ; And she that doth most sweetly sing, Sings in the shade when all things rest : — In lark and nightingale we see What honour hath humility. When Mary chose the better part She meekly sat at Jesus...
Page 78 - To prayer; — for the glorious sun is gone, And the gathering darkness of night comes on ; Like a curtain from God's kind hand it flows To shade the couch where his children repose. Then kneel, while the watching stars are bright, And give your last thoughts to the Guardian of night.
Page 146 - When the pangs of death assail me, Weep not for me : Christ is mine, — He cannot fail me, — Weep not for me. Yes! though sin and doubt endeavour From His love my soul to sever, Jesus is my strength for ever ; Weep not for me.
Page 4 - That quickens only where thou say'st it may : Unless Thou show to us thine own true way No man can find it : Father ! Thou must lead.
Page 71 - Father, while I stray Far from my home on life's rough way, Oh teach me from my heart to say,

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