Pietas Poetica. A Selection of Modern Devotional Poetry

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James Nisbet & Company, 1861 - Anthologies - 300 pages
 

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Page 85 - ONE by one the sands are flowing, One by one the moments fall ; Some are coming, some are going ; Do not strive to grasp them all. One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each, Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach.
Page 5 - Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Page 6 - There let the way appear, Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Page 184 - Lord, it belongs not to my care, Whether I die or live ; To love and serve Thee is my share, And this Thy grace must give.
Page 39 - Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free ; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee. 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend ; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end.
Page 244 - Lord! However dark it be; Lead me by Thine own hand, Choose out the path for me. Smooth let it be, or rough, It will be still the best; Winding or straight it matters not, It leads me to Thy rest. I dare not choose my lot, I would not if I might; Choose Thou for me, O God! So shall I walk aright.
Page 97 - Alone unto our Father's will One thought hath reconciled ; That He whose love exceedeth ours Hath taken home His child. Fold her, oh Father ! in thine arms, And let her henceforth be A messenger of love between Our human hearts and Thee.
Page 5 - E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, — Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee...
Page 67 - Renew my will from day to day, Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, Thy will be done.
Page 87 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou Should'st lead me on ; I loved to choose and see my path, but now, Lead thou me on. I loved the garish day, and spite of fears, Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years, So long thy power hath blessed me, sure it still Will lead me on, O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn, those angel-faces smile Which I have loved long since, And lost awhile.

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