Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.
There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
We fought the Revolutionary War for no taxation without representation, it seems to me that we are much worse off today, because we are heavily taxed, and only the king's corporations control this Country, together with mob rule, of the special interests.
Time is eternity begun.
Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.
To-morrow — oh, 'twill never be, If we should live a thousand years! Our time is all to-day, to-day, The same, though changed; and while it flies With still small voice the moments say: "To-day, to-day, be wise, be wise.
Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.
While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn.
There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.
There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
When to the cross I turn my eyes,And rest on Calvary,O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,I must remember Thee.
Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.
The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
Gashed with honourable scars,Low in Glory's lap they lie;Though they fell, they fell like stars,Streaming splendour through the sky.
Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.
Baptize the nations! far and nigh,The triumphs of the cross recordThe name of Jesus glorify,Till every people call Him Lord.
Prayer moves the arm Which moves the world, And brings salvation down.
The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.
Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.
Hymns should have unity,graduation and mutual dependence in the thoughts,a conscious progress,a sense of completeness..and be easily understood.
When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).
Songs of praise the angels sang, Heav'n with alleluias rang, when creation was begun, when God spoke and it was done.
Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.
A mother's love — how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? — A noble, pure and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould; The warmest love that can grow cold; This is a mother's love.
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