 | Caroline Miles Hill - 1928 - 888 Seiten
...reclining, Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all. Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom and offerings divine, Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine ? Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would His favor secure;... | |
 | Canterbury Press - 1989 - 540 Seiten
...Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all. 3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Odours of Edom and offerings divine? Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest or gold from the mine? 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would his favour secure;... | |
 | Madeleine Forell Marshall - 1995 - 230 Seiten
...Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all! 3. Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Odours of Edom and offerings divine? Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest or gold from the mine? 4. Vainly we offer each ample oblation; Vainly with gifts would his favour secure:... | |
 | Belinda Bremner - 1997 - 48 Seiten
...Savior of all. Refrain 3. Shall we then yield him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and off'ring divine, Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest and gold from the mine? Refrain 4. Vainly we offer each ample oblalion, Vainly wilh gifts would his favor secure, Richer by... | |
 | Charles W. Eliot - 2005 - 529 Seiten
...Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine, Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine? Vainly we offer each ample oblation, Vainly with gifts would His favor secure;... | |
 | Anthony Powell - 2005 - 364 Seiten
...sensuousness of Heber is striking when read: Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Odours of Edom and offerings divine? Gems of the mountain and pearls of the Ocean, Myrrh from the forest or gold from the mine? The same feeling of sensuousness, this time longed for, rather than achieved,... | |
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Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall Angels adore Him, in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all. 
