Identifier: sacred00tapp (find matches)
Title: Sacred and miscellaneous poems
Year: 1848 (1840s)
Authors: Tappan, William B., 1794-1849
Subjects: Christian poetry, American American poetry
Publisher: Boston : Benjamin B. Mussey and Co.
Contributing Library: Princeton Theological Seminary Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Princeton Theological Seminary Library

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b, 45 We ve heard that round the wine-cup?s brim, 293 We wander in a thorny maze, 48 What a spiritual expression, 72 What a sweet silence lingers on thy hills, 23 What, on thy boundless path of foam, 30 Wheneer long night the bursting dawn, 108 When my spirit leaves the clay, 92 When the great captains and the mighty men, 100 When sorrow casts its shade around, 61 Where warrior feet once pressed the soil, 57 Where Whitefield sleeps, remembered, in the dust, 283 While the solemn note of Time, 151 Who cares for Jack ? not one! not one! 102 Who seeks her Lord in glorious guise, 148 Who shall, with blessing, lift abroad, • 187 Why, on darkness of the night, 90 Will he never return ? — will the Jew, 212 Wine of Cyprus, not for me, 149 Would I were with them! they are free, 32 Wouldst thou be cleansed from every taint, 132 Yea, thou forbearest, Lord, 129 This volume is the second of a series, comprisingmy revised Poems; of which, Poetry of theHeart, published a year since, is the first.
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SACRED POEMS. THERE IS AN HOUR OF PEACEFUL REST, iSet to Music by A. P. Heinrich. There is an hour of peaceful restTo mourning wanderers given ;There is a joy for souls distressed —A balm for every wounded breast —T is found alone in Heaven. There is a soft, a downy bed, Far from these shades of even —A couch for weary mortals spread,Where they may rest the aching head,And find repose in Heaven. There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven;When tossed on lifes tempestuous shoals,Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear—tis Heaven. There Faith lifts up her cheerful eye, To brighter prospects given—And views the tempest passing by,The evening shadows quickly fly,And all serene in Heaven. (2) There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given; ;There rays divine disperse the gloom-*-Beyond the confines of the tombAppears the dawn of Heaven. WAKE, ISLES OF THE SOUTH! Written November, 1819, on occasion of the departure from the UnitedStat

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