 | Thomas Kibble Hervey - 1826 - 458 strani
...their cycles :—lost, I bend To earth my prostrate soul, aud shudder and adore ! THE LOVE OF GOD. 2. LOVE Thee !—oh, clad in human lowliness, —In Whom each heart its mortal kindred know?— Our flesh, our form, our tears, our pains, our wots, — A fellow wanderer o'er earth's wilderness!... | |
 | 1838 - 844 strani
...Commence and close their cycles: — lost, I bend To earth my prostrate soul, and shudder and adore ! Love Thee ! — oh, clad in human lowliness, — In...flesh, our form, our tears, our pains, our woes; A fellow-wanderer o'er earth's wilderness! Love Thee ! — whose every word but breathes to bless! Through... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 strani
...Commence and close their cycles : — lost, I bend To earth my prostrate soul, and shudder and adore ! ll. LOVE Thee ! — oh, clad in human lowliness, — In...flesh, our form, our tears, our pains, our woes ; A fellow-wanderer o'er earth's wilderness ! Love Thee ! — whose every word but breathes to bless !... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 strani
...close their cycles : — lost, I bend To earth my prostrate soul, and shudder and adore ! ii. LOVB Thee ! — oh, clad in human lowliness, — In whom...flesh, our form, our tears, our pains, our woes ; A fellow-wanderer o'er earth's wilderness ! Love Thee ! — whose every word but breathes to bless !... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 strani
...and close their cycles : — lost, I hend To earth my prostrate soul, and shudder and adore ! LOVB Thee ! — oh, clad in human lowliness, — In whom...its mortal kindred knows, — Our flesh, our form, onr tears, our pains, our woes ; A fellow-wanderer o'er earth's wilderness ! Love Thee ! — whose... | |
 | Henry Hart Milman - 1840 - 396 strani
...Commence and close their cycles : — lost, I bend To earth my prostrate soul, and shudder and adore ! Love Thee ! — oh, clad in human lowliness, — In...every word but breathes to bless ! Through Thee, from long-seal'd lips glad language flows; The blind their eyes, that laugh with light, unclose ; And babes,... | |
 | Henry Hart Milman - 1840 - 398 strani
...Commence and close their cycles : — lost, I bend To earth my prostrate soul, and shudder and adore ! Love Thee ! — oh, clad in human lowliness, — In...earth's wilderness ! Love Thee ! whose every word hut breathes to hless ! Through Thee, from long-seal'd lips glad language flows; The blind their eyes,... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 strani
...Commence and close their cycles : — lost, I bend To earth my prostmte soul, and shudder and adore ! H Love Thee! — oh, clad in human lowliness, ^In whom...flesh, our form, our tears, our pains, our woes, — A fellow-wanderer o'er earth's wilderness ! Love Thee! whose every word but breathes to bless! Throngh... | |
 | Henry Hart Milman - 1840 - 400 strani
...Commence and close their cycles :—lost, I bend To earth my prostrate soul, and shudder and adore! Love Thee !—oh, clad in human lowliness, —In whom...flesh, our form, our tears, our pains, our woes,— A fellow-wanderer o'er earth's wilderness! Love Thee ! whose every word but breathes to bless ! Through... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 strani
...mortal kindred knows — Our flesh, our ibrm, our tears, our pains, our woes, — A fellow-wanderer o'er earth's wilderness ! Love Thee! whose every word but breathes to bless! Through Thee, from long-seal'd lips, glad language flows ; The blind their eyes, that laugh with light, unclose ; And... | |
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That wast ere time, — shalt be when time is o'er ; Ages and worlds begin — grow old — and end, Systems and suns thy changeless throne before, Commence and close their cycles : — lost, I bend To earth my prostrate soul, and shudder and adore... 
