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Winter has a joy for me, While the Saviour’s charms I read… Lowly, meek, from blemish free, In the snowdrop’s pensive head. Spring returns, and brings along
Gracious Lord, our children see, By Thy mercy we are free; But shall these, alas! remain Subjects still of Satan’s reign? Israel’s young ones, when of old
... Thou know’st my praise of nature m… And that my raptures are not conju… To serve occasions of poetic pomp, But genuine, and art partner of th…
(Isaiah, LVII.15) The Lord will happiness divine On contrite hearts bestow; Then tell me, gracious God, is mi… A contrite heart or no?
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the se… And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines
’Tis morning; and the sun with rud… Ascending, fires the horizon: whil… That crowd away before the driving… More ardent as the disk emerges mo… Resemble most some city in a blaze…
No longer I follow a sound; No longer a dream I pursue; Oh happiness! not to be found, Unattainable treasure, adieu! I have sought thee in splendour an…
I place an offering at thy shrine, From taint and blemish clear, Simple and pure in its design, Of all that I hold dear. I yield thee back thy gifts again,
From thorny wilds a monster came, That filled my soul with fear and… The birds, forgetful of their mirt… Drooped at the sight, and fell to… When thus a sage addressed mine ea…
The pipe, with solemn interposing… Makes half a sentence at a time en… The dozing sages drop the drowsy s… Then pause and puff, and speak, an… Such often, like the tube they so…
O Lord, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to Thy… And make Thy pleasure mine. Why whould I shrink at Thy comman…
To those who love the Lord I spea… Is my Beloved near? The Bridegroom of my soul I seek, Oh! when will He appear? Though once a man of grief and sha…
Kinsman beloved, and as a son by m… When I behold this fruit of thy r… The sculptured form of my old favo… I reverence feel for him, and love… Joy too and grief. Much joy that…
I thirst, but not as once I did, The vain delights of earth to shar… Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid That I should seek my pleasures t… It was the sight of Thy dear cros…
Survivor sole, and hardly such, of… That once lived here, thy brethren… (Since which I number threescore… A shattered veteran, hollow-trunke… As now, and with excoriate forks d…
