Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 1. (William Cowper Poems)
CHORUS OF ANGELS, Singing the Glory of God.To Heaven's bright lyre let Iris be the bow,Adapt the spheres for chords, ...
CHORUS OF ANGELS, Singing the Glory of God.To Heaven's bright lyre let Iris be the bow,Adapt the spheres for chords, ...
Dear Anna, -- Between friend and friend,Prose answers every common end;Serves, in a plain and homely way,To express the occurrence ...
And dwells there in a female heart,By bounteous heaven design'dThe choicest raptures to impact,To feel the most refined;Dwells there a ...
On the green margin of the brook,Despairing Phyllida reclined,Whilst every sigh, and every look,Declared the anguish of her mind.Am I ...
The lapse of time and rivers is the same,Both speed their journey with a restless stream;The silent pace, with which ...
Jesus! where'er Thy people meet, There they behold Thy mercy seat; Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, And every ...
Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Nor swiftewd greyhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Nor ear heard ...
What thousands never knew the road! What thousands hate it when 'tis known! None but the chosen tribes of God ...
Sin has undone our wretched race; But Jesus has restored, And brought the sinner face to face With his forgiving ...
Sin enslaved me many years, And led me bound and blind; Till at length a thousand fears Came swarming o'er ...
(Isaiah, lvii.15) The Lord will happiness divine On contrite hearts bestow; Then tell me, gracious God, is mine A contrite ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
God gives his mercies to be spent; Your hoard will do your soul no good. Gold is a blessing only ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
When darkness long has veil'd my mind, And smiling day once more appears, Then, my Redeemer, then I find The ...
(Jeremiah, xxxi. 18-20) My God, till I received Thy stroke, How like a beast was I! So unaccustom'd to the ...
My God, how perfect are Thy ways! But mine polluted are; Sin twines itself about my praise, And slides into ...
My soul is sad, and much dismay'd; See, Lord, what legions of my foes, With fierce Apollyon at their head, ...
Breathe from the gentle south, O Lord, And cheer me from the north; Blow on the treasures of thy word, ...
The Saviour hides His face; My spirit thirsts to prove Renew'd supplies of pardoning grace, And never-fading love. The favor'd ...
Honor and happiness unite To make the Christian's name a praise; How fair the scene, how clear the light, That ...
(Phillipians, iv.11) Fierce passions discompose the mind, As tempests vex the sea, But calm, content and peace we find, When, ...
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