 | 1866 - 848 páginas
...lore, Nor dream of bards ai d seers, No dead fact stranded on the shore Of the oblivious years : But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is he...faith has still its Olivet, And love its Galilee. The hca'ing of his seamless dress Is by our beds of pain, We touch Mm in life's throng and press, And we... | |
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 | 1887 - 884 páginas
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 | 1893 - 868 páginas
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 | 1887 - 436 páginas
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 | 1866 - 578 páginas
...steeps To bring the Saviour down ; In vain we search the lowest deeps For Him no depths can drown. But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is He...low whispers of our dead Are burdened with His name. O Lord and Master of us all ! Whate'er our name or sign. We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call, We test... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1867 - 184 páginas
...lore, Nor dream of bards and seers, No dead fact stranded on the shore Of the oblivious years ; — But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is he...whispers of our dead / Are burdened with his name. O Lord and Master of us all ! Whate'er our name or sign, We own thy sway, we hear thy call, We test... | |
 | 1867 - 588 páginas
...lore, Nor dream of bards and seers, No dead fact stranded on the shore Of the oblivious years : But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is He...are whole again. Through Him the first fond prayers Our lips of childhood frame, [are said The last low whispers of our dead Are burdened with His name.... | |
 | 1867 - 410 páginas
...study of the Scriptures, and the introduction of a large number of new scholars. A PRESENT SAVIOUR. But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is he...still its Olivet, And love its Galilee. The healing of the seamless dress Is by our beds of pain ; We touch him in life's throng and press, And we are whole... | |
 | Bradford Kinney PEIRCE - 1868 - 234 páginas
...lore, Nor dream of bards and seers, No dead fact stranded on the shore Of the. oblivious years. But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is he...low whispers of our dead Are burdened with his name. O Lord and Master of us all ! Whate'er our name or sign, We own thy sway, we hear thy call, We test... | |
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But warm, sweet, tender, even yet A present help is he : And faith has still its Olivet ; And love, its Galilee. The healing of his seamless dress Is by our beds of pain : We touch him in life's throng and press, And we are whole again. 
