The Precious Stones of the Heavenly Foundations |
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amid angel bear beautiful beloved better blessed bliss bloom bright called calm celestial Christ City dark dear death deep departed Divine dream dwell earth enter eternal eyes fade fair faith Father fear feel flowers forever foundation friends glad glorious glory gold golden gone grace grave grief hand happy harps hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour immortal Jesus John King land light living look Lord lost meet melody mind morning mortal mournful nature never night o'er once pain passing peace praise precious stone pure rest river sacred saints says scenes seems seen shadows shining shore sing smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit stars strain sweet tears tell thee things Thou thought throne truth vision voice waiting weary
Populárne pasáže
Strana 174 - The gold and the crystal cannot equal it : and the exchange of it shall not be for jewels of fine gold. No mention shall be made of coral, or of pearls : for the price of wisdom is above rubies.
Strana 198 - I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless : Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness : Where is death's sting ? where, grave, thy victory ? I triumph still, if thou abide...
Strana 197 - Come not in terrors, as the King of kings; But kind and good, with healing in thy wings, Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea; Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me.
Strana 267 - I am the resurrection and the life : he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live, and he that liveth and believeth in me shall never die.
Strana 323 - JERUSALEM, my happy home, •*• * When shall I come to thee ? When shall my sorrows have an end, Thy joys when shall I see...
Strana 214 - Tis but a night, a long and moonless night ; We make the grave our bed, and then are gone.
Strana 285 - 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...
Strana 137 - Only waiting till the shadows Are a little longer grown ; Only waiting till the glimmer Of the day's last beam is flown ; Then from out the gathered darkness, Holy, deathless stars shall rise, By whose light my soul shall gladly Tread its pathway to the skies.
Strana 34 - Then answered Peter, and said unto Jesus, LORD, it is good for us to be here : if thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles ; one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias.
Strana 191 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Bibliografické informácie
| Názov | The Precious Stones of the Heavenly Foundations American poetry, 1609-1900 – Vydanie 1202 |
| Autor | Augusta Browne |
| Vydavateľ | Sheldon, 1859 |
| Zdroj originálu: | Kalifornská univerzita |
| Digitalizované | 21. nov. 2007 |
| Dĺžka | 328 strán (strany) |
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