Horæ lyricæ: poems, sacred to devotion and piety. With a memoir of the author by R. Southey

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עמוד lx - Then the channels of waters were seen, and the foundations of the world were discovered at thy rebuke, O LORD, at the blast of the breath of thy nostrils.
עמוד lix - It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers; that stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in: that bringeth the princes to nothing; he maketh the judges of the earth as vanity.
עמוד xlix - Give me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.
עמוד 113 - Glittering stones, and golden things, Wealth and honours that have wings, Ever fluttering to be gone, I could never call my own: Riches that the world bestows, She can take, and I can lose; But the treasures that are mine Lie afar beyond her line. When I view my spacious soul, And survey myself a whole, And enjoy myself alone, I'ma kingdom of my own.
עמוד 43 - Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again ! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! Up to his Father's court he flies ; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies.
עמוד lvi - Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up : it stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes; there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man be more pure than his Maker...
עמוד lvii - But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished?
עמוד lvii - I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
עמוד lvii - To dwell in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks. Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
עמוד xlix - They marked the footsteps that he trod, His zeal inspired their breast; And, following their incarnate God, Possess the promised rest. 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise For his own pattern given, While the long cloud of witnesses Show the same path to heaven.

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