Lyra Consolationis: Or, Hymns for the Day of Sorrow & Weariness

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Horatius Bonar
R. Carter & Brothers, 1866 - 317 من الصفحات
 

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الصفحة 55 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will.
الصفحة 10 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
الصفحة 21 - All as God wills, who wisely heeds To give or to withhold, And knoweth more of all my needs Than all my prayers have told. Enough that blessings undeserved Have marked my erring track ; That wheresoe'er my feet have swerved His chastening turned me back ; That more and more a Providence Of love is understood, Making the springs of time and sense Sweet with eternal good...
الصفحة 55 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
الصفحة 165 - Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon. When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
الصفحة 31 - The God of Abraham praise ! At whose supreme command From earth I rise — and seek the joys At his right hand ; I all on earth forsake, Its wisdom, fame, and power, And him my only portion make, My shield and tower.
الصفحة 227 - Ye, no more your suns descending, Waning moons no more shall see ; But, your griefs for ever ending, Find eternal noon in me : God shall rise, and, shining o'er you, Change to day the gloom of night ; He, the Lord, shall be your glory, God your everlasting light.
الصفحة 175 - It was no path of flowers, Through this dark world of ours, Beloved of the Father, thou didst tread ; And shall we in dismay Shrink from the narrow way, When clouds and darkness are around it spread?
الصفحة 297 - How blest the righteous when he dies ! When sinks a weary soul to rest ! How mildly beam the closing eyes ! How gently heaves the expiring breast ! 2 So fades a summer cloud away ; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; So gently shuts the eye of day ; So dies a wave along the shore.
الصفحة 164 - O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age! Light the prime work of God to me...

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