JAIRUS’ DAUGHTER
FRESHLY the cool breath of the coming eve Stole through the lattice, and the dying girl Felt it upon her forehead. She had lain Since the hot noontide in a…
SONGS OF PRAISE, POEMS OF DEVOTION IN THE CHRISTIAN CENTURIES
WITH AN INTRODUCTION
BY HENRY COPPEE,
PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH LITERATURE IN THE UΝΙVΕRSITY OF PENNSYLVANIA.
PHILADELPHIA:
PUBLISHED BY E. H. BUTLER & CO.
1866.
FRESHLY the cool breath of the coming eve Stole through the lattice, and the dying girl Felt it upon her forehead. She had lain Since the hot noontide in a…
τήν ήμέραν διελθών. The day is past and over: All thanks, Ο Lord, to Thee! I pray Thee that offenceless The hours of dark may be. Ο Jesu! keep me…
THE organ played sweet music Whileas, on Easter-day, All heartless from the altar The heedless went away; And, down the broad aisle crowding. They seemed a funeral train, That were…
"He giveth His beloved sleep." — Ps. cxxvii. 2. OF all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me…
God sent His Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men And bring them back to heaven again. The first,…
I SAW two flowers at morning: The one was a full-blown rose; And it lay at rest on a matron's breast, Like a gleam from the sunset close. The other…
Lo! on the slope of yonder shore Beneath that lonely shed, A saint hath found his conflicts o'er, And laid his dying head! No gloom of fear hath glazed his…
ROCK of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee; Let the water and the blood, From Thy wounded side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure;…
HAVE mercy Thou, most gracious God, And my remittance sign; The more Thy mercy shall accord, The greater glory Thine. Thou surely hast not said in vain: "More joy in…
JERUSALEM the golden, With milk and honey blest: Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice oppressed. I know not, oh, I know not What joys await us there; What radiancy…