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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.

Religion

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

See how the _dewdrops_ in the morning flowers
      Stand glistening, brighter than the precious gem
      Whose worth exalts the kingly diadem!
    Clear, tiny droplets, which some April showers
      Born of big, listed clouds, did weep o’er them,
    In their pure joy that summer’s rosy bowers
      Were bursting into bloom. Oh! _dewdrops_ pale,
    How bountiful His hand, who sends the blessing
    Of your surpassing coolness to th’ oppressing
      Thirst of the dying flowers, whose juices fail
    (But for such timely aid) ’neath noontide’s sun.
      There is no storm-wind with its rushing wail,
    There is no storm-cloud lowers o’er the vale,
    But scatters blessings as it passeth on.
                                    _G. J. O. Allmann._


    But, ah! what numbers still are dead,
      Though under means of grace they lie!
    The _dew_ still falling round their head,
      And yet their heart untouched and dry.
    Dear Saviour! hear us when we call,
      To wrestling pray’r an answer give;
    Pour down thy _dew_ upon us all,
      That all may feel, and all may live.
                                _John Newton._


    One morn I mark’d two _dewdrops_ bright,
      Impendent on a thorny spray:
    The gems had caught my roving sight,
      Gay glittering in the sunny ray.

    A sudden breeze pass’d o’er the ground,
      And shook their faithless resting-place;
    They trembled--waver’d--with a bound,
      Commingled in a kind embrace,

    ’Tis thus, thought I, with loving hearts,
      When adverse storms sweep o’er their sky,
    In closer union, each imparts
      To each, aid, comfort, soothing joy.

    The mingled _dewdrops_ by the sun
      Were cherish’d, then exhaled together:
    Thus virtuous love, on earth begun,
      Renew’d in Heaven, exists for ever.
                                _George Taylor._




                               DISTRESS.


Let us arise, and go up to Bethel; and I will make there an altar unto
God, who answered me in the day of my _distress_, and was with me in
the way which I went.--Genesis, xxxv. 3.

I called upon the Lord in _distress_: the Lord answered me, and set me
in a large place.--Psalm cxviii. 5.

There shall be great _distress_ in the land, and wrath upon this
people.--Luke, xxi. 23.


    Through all the changing scenes of life,
      In trouble and in joy,
    The praises of my God shall still
      My heart and tongue employ.

    Of His deliverance I will boast,
      Till all who are _distrest_
    From my example comfort take,
      And charm their griefs to rest.
                            _Brady and Tate._


    He can, He will, from out the dust,
    Raise the blest spirits of the just;
    Heal every wound, hush every fear,
    From every eye wipe every tear;
    And place them where _distress_ is o’er,
    And pleasures dwell for evermore.
                               _Bishop Mant._

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Religion

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

See how the _dewdrops_ in the morning flowers
      Stand glistening, brighter than the precious gem
      Whose worth exalts the kingly diadem!
    Clear, tiny droplets, which some April showers
      Born of big, listed clouds, did weep o’er them,
    In their pure joy that summer’s rosy bowers
      Were bursting into bloom. Oh! _dewdrops_ pale,
    How bountiful His hand, who sends the blessing
    Of your surpassing coolness to th’ oppressing
      Thirst of the dying flowers, whose juices fail
    (But for such timely aid) ’neath noontide’s sun.
      There is no storm-wind with its rushing wail,
    There is no storm-cloud lowers o’er the vale,
    But scatters blessings as it passeth on.
                                    _G. J. O. Allmann._


    But, ah! what numbers still are dead,
      Though under means of grace they lie!
    The _dew_ still falling round their head,
      And yet their heart untouched and dry.
    Dear Saviour! hear us when we call,
      To wrestling pray’r an answer give;
    Pour down thy _dew_ upon us all,
      That all may feel, and all may live.
                                _John Newton._


    One morn I mark’d two _dewdrops_ bright,
      Impendent on a thorny spray:
    The gems had caught my roving sight,
      Gay glittering in the sunny ray.

    A sudden breeze pass’d o’er the ground,
      And shook their faithless resting-place;
    They trembled--waver’d--with a bound,
      Commingled in a kind embrace,

    ’Tis thus, thought I, with loving hearts,
      When adverse storms sweep o’er their sky,
    In closer union, each imparts
      To each, aid, comfort, soothing joy.

    The mingled _dewdrops_ by the sun
      Were cherish’d, then exhaled together:
    Thus virtuous love, on earth begun,
      Renew’d in Heaven, exists for ever.
                                _George Taylor._




                               DISTRESS.


Let us arise, and go up to Bethel; and I will make there an altar unto
God, who answered me in the day of my _distress_, and was with me in
the way which I went.--Genesis, xxxv. 3.

I called upon the Lord in _distress_: the Lord answered me, and set me
in a large place.--Psalm cxviii. 5.

There shall be great _distress_ in the land, and wrath upon this
people.--Luke, xxi. 23.


    Through all the changing scenes of life,
      In trouble and in joy,
    The praises of my God shall still
      My heart and tongue employ.

    Of His deliverance I will boast,
      Till all who are _distrest_
    From my example comfort take,
      And charm their griefs to rest.
                            _Brady and Tate._


    He can, He will, from out the dust,
    Raise the blest spirits of the just;
    Heal every wound, hush every fear,
    From every eye wipe every tear;
    And place them where _distress_ is o’er,
    And pleasures dwell for evermore.
                               _Bishop Mant._

Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.

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