The poetical monitor: consisting of pieces select and original [ed. by E. Hill].1819 |
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Angels Asham'd beauty bestow betimes bids blessings blest bliss bloom BRAMBLE breast breath bright celestial cheerful CHRIST Cricket death delight design'd divine dread earth endless day eternal ev'ry fair FATHER DIVINE fear filmy flow flower folly give glory grace grateful hand happy happy day Hast thou hear heart Heav'n heav'nly hope hopes and fears hour humble immortal JESUS joys kite labour life's light live LORD love divine matchless mind morning mortal mourn nature's ne'er night nobler NOSEGAY o'er op'ning pain path peace perfume pity pleasure poor pow'r pray'r pride raptures reign rest rise sacred Saviour scenes Seraph shine sigh sight sing skies smiles song soul spring sweet tear tempests thee thine thou e'er thought Thro thy love Thy mercy thy praise tomb tongue truth Twas virtue virtuous voice Where'er wings wise young youth
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Side 38 - WAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, •'*• And press with vigor on : A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey : Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3...
Side 132 - twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know. Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy : Whilst thus I sing, I am a king, Although a poor blind boy.
Side 25 - Lives again our glorious King, Where, O death, is now thy sting...
Side 88 - Fair, distant land! could mortal eyes But half its charms explore, How would our spirits long to rise, And dwell on earth no more ! 3 No cloud those blissful regions know — Realms ever bright and fair! For sin, the source of mortal woe, Can never enter there.
Side 15 - It gently clear'd my way; And through the pleasing snares of vice, More to be fear'd than thev.
Side 26 - This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung ; Let gladness dwell in every heart, And praise on every tongue. Ten thousand differing lips shall join To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings, To nations yet unborn.
Side 71 - SEE the leaves around us falling, Dry and wither'd to the ground ; Thus to thoughtless mortals calling, In a sad and solemn sound...
Side 16 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Side 13 - All that Spring, with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land ; All that liberal Autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores. These to Thee, my God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow ; And for these my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Side 14 - WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise...