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A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations: Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry. — John Shaqi

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A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations: Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.

Quotations; Religious poetry

Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews,
    And nobler speech than angels use,
    If love be _absent_, I am found,
    Like tinkling brass, an empty sound.

    If love to God and love to men
    Be _absent_, all my hopes are vain;
    Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal,
    The work of love can e’er fulfil.
                                    _Watts._




                              ACCEPTANCE.


Thus saith the Lord unto this people, thus have they loved to wander,
they have not refrained their feet; therefore the Lord doth not
_accept_ them; he will now remember their iniquity, and visit their
sins.--Jeremiah, xiv. 10.

Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be
_acceptable_ in thy sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer.--Psalm
xix. 14.

Proving what is _acceptable_ unto the Lord.--Ephesians, v. 10.

God is no respecter of persons; but in every nation, he that feareth
him, and worketh righteousness, is _accepted_ with him.--Acts, x. 34,
35.


    This woman, whom thou mad’st to be my help,
    And gav’st me as thy perfect gift, so good,
    So fit, so _acceptable_, so divine.
                                       _Milton._


    Thus I imboldened spake, and freedom and
    Permission, and _acceptance_ found.
                                    _Milton._


    God is a spirit just and wise;
      He sees our inmost mind;
    In vain to heaven we raise our cries,
      And leave our souls behind.

    Nothing but truth before his throne
      With honour can appear;
    The painted hypocrites are known
      Through the disguise they wear.

    Lord search my thoughts, and try my ways,
      And make my soul sincere;
    Then shall I stand before thy face,
      And find _acceptance_ there.
                                      _Watts._


    _Accept_ my prayer O Lord,
      A contrite spirit cries,
    And asks, depending on Thy word,
      A pardon from the skies.

    Let me _acceptance_ find,
      Unworthy though I be;
    Be there a place in heaven assigned
      To me, Lord, even me!
                                 _Anon._




                             ACQUAINTANCE.


Acquaint now thyself with him, and be at peace: thereby good shall
come unto thee.--Job, xxii. 21.


    _Acquaint_ thee, O mortal! _acquaint_ thee with God;
    And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road;
    And peace, like the dewdrop, shall fall on thy head;
    And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.

    _Acquaint_ thee, O mortal! _acquaint_ thee with God;
    And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad,
    Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path,--
    Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death.
                                                  _Knox._

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