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
However deep be the mysterious word,
However dark, she disbelieves it not;
Where reason would examine, _Faith_ obeys,
And “It is written” answers every doubt.
_Caroline Fry._
Lo, when dangers closer threaten,
And thy soul draws near to death;
When assaulted sore by Satan,
Then present the shield of _Faith_:
Fiery darts of fierce temptations,
Intercepted by thy God,
Then shall lose their force in patience,
Sheathed in love, and quenched in blood.
_Hart._
Redeemed from fear, and washed from lustful blot,
By _Faith_ we then might rise above our lot;
And like Thy chosen few, restored within,
By hearts, as morning pure, might conquer sin.
* * * * *
_Faith_, Hope, and Love, together work in gloom;
What _Faith_ believes, Hope shapes in form and bloom,
And Love sends forth to daylight from the tomb.
_John Sterling._
O thou of little _faith_, lift up thine eyes!
Are the ten thousand glorious stars of night
But a vain dream, because thy feeble sight
May not behold them in the noon-day skies?
_Mary Howitt._
The steps of _Faith_
Fall on the seeming void, and find
The Rock beneath.
_J. G. Whittier._
Lady, there is one star, and one alone,
That tells the future. Its interpreter
Is in man’s heart, and is called Conscience:
The star, True _Faith_; the future that it shows
Is beyond human life.
_G. P. R. James._
_Faith_ is the Spirit’s sweet control,
From which assurance springs,
_Faith_ is the pencil of the soul,
That pictures heavenly things.
_Faith_ is the conq’ring host that storms
The battlements of sin,
_Faith_ is the quick’ning fire that warms
The trembling heart within.
O Rock of Ages, Fount of Bliss,
Thy needful help afford,
And let our constant prayer be _this_--
“Increase my _faith_, O Lord.”
_J. Burbidge._
We walk by _faith_, and not by sight,
Along this vale of tears,
’Till our wrapt souls shall wing their flight
To Heaven’s unclouded spheres.
Triumphant then o’er sin and death,
We’ll praise our living head,
And, looking back, behold the path,
Through which we have been led.
_W. J. Brock._
FALL.
The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord: and he delighteth in
his way.
Though he _fall_, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the Lord
upholdeth him with his hand.--Psalm xxxvii. 23, 24.
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