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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

The _Gospel’s_ glorious hope,
    Its rule of purity, its eye of prayer,
    Its fort of firmness on temptation’s steep,
    Its bark that fails not, ’mid the storm of death,
    He spread before them, and with gentlest tone,
    Such as a brother to his sister breathes,
    His little sister, simple and untaught,
    Did urge them to the shelter of that ark
    Which rides the wrathful deluge.
                                     _Mrs. Sigourney._


    The moon is up! How calm and slow
      She wheels above the hill;
    The weary winds forget to blow,
      And all the world lies still.

    The way-worn travellers, with delight,
      The rising brightness see,
    Revealing all the paths and plains,
      And gilding every tree.

    It glistens where the hurrying stream
      Its little ripple leaves;
    It falls upon the forest shade,
      And sparkles on the leaves.

    So once, on Judah’s evening bills,
      The heavenly lustre spread;
    The _gospel_ sounded from the blaze,
      And shepherds gazed with dread.

    And still that light upon the world
      Its guiding splendour throws;
    Bright in the opening hours of life,
      But brighter at the close.

    The waning moon in time shall fail
      To walk the midnight skies,
    But God hath kindled _this_ bright light
      With fire that never dies.
                          _W. B. O. Peabody._




                                GRACE.


The Lord will give _grace_ and glory; no good thing will he withhold
from them that walk uprightly.--Psalm lxxxiv. 11.

The law was given by Moses, but _grace_ and truth came by Jesus
Christ.--John, i. 17.

We have access by faith into this _grace_ wherein we stand, and rejoice
in hope of the glory of God.--Romans, v. 2.

My _grace_ is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in
weakness.--II. Corinthians, xii. 9.

For the _grace_ of God that bringeth salvation hath appeared to all
men.--Titus, ii. 11.

Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of _grace_, that we may
obtain mercy, and find _grace_ to help in time of need.--Hebrews, iv.
16.


    Pray for the health of all that are diseased,
      Confession unto all that are convicted,
    And patience unto all that are displeased,
      And comfort unto all that are afflicted,
    And mercy unto all that have offended,
    And _grace_ to all, that all may be amended.
                                _Nicholas Breton._


    The flesh being proud, Desire doth fight with _Grace_,
    And there it revels, and when that decays,
    The guilty rebel for remission prays.
                                               _Shakspere._


                              That word, _Grace_,
    In an un_gracious_ mouth, is but profane.
                                      _Shakspere._

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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

The _Gospel’s_ glorious hope,
    Its rule of purity, its eye of prayer,
    Its fort of firmness on temptation’s steep,
    Its bark that fails not, ’mid the storm of death,
    He spread before them, and with gentlest tone,
    Such as a brother to his sister breathes,
    His little sister, simple and untaught,
    Did urge them to the shelter of that ark
    Which rides the wrathful deluge.
                                     _Mrs. Sigourney._


    The moon is up! How calm and slow
      She wheels above the hill;
    The weary winds forget to blow,
      And all the world lies still.

    The way-worn travellers, with delight,
      The rising brightness see,
    Revealing all the paths and plains,
      And gilding every tree.

    It glistens where the hurrying stream
      Its little ripple leaves;
    It falls upon the forest shade,
      And sparkles on the leaves.

    So once, on Judah’s evening bills,
      The heavenly lustre spread;
    The _gospel_ sounded from the blaze,
      And shepherds gazed with dread.

    And still that light upon the world
      Its guiding splendour throws;
    Bright in the opening hours of life,
      But brighter at the close.

    The waning moon in time shall fail
      To walk the midnight skies,
    But God hath kindled _this_ bright light
      With fire that never dies.
                          _W. B. O. Peabody._




                                GRACE.


The Lord will give _grace_ and glory; no good thing will he withhold
from them that walk uprightly.--Psalm lxxxiv. 11.

The law was given by Moses, but _grace_ and truth came by Jesus
Christ.--John, i. 17.

We have access by faith into this _grace_ wherein we stand, and rejoice
in hope of the glory of God.--Romans, v. 2.

My _grace_ is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in
weakness.--II. Corinthians, xii. 9.

For the _grace_ of God that bringeth salvation hath appeared to all
men.--Titus, ii. 11.

Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of _grace_, that we may
obtain mercy, and find _grace_ to help in time of need.--Hebrews, iv.
16.


    Pray for the health of all that are diseased,
      Confession unto all that are convicted,
    And patience unto all that are displeased,
      And comfort unto all that are afflicted,
    And mercy unto all that have offended,
    And _grace_ to all, that all may be amended.
                                _Nicholas Breton._


    The flesh being proud, Desire doth fight with _Grace_,
    And there it revels, and when that decays,
    The guilty rebel for remission prays.
                                               _Shakspere._


                              That word, _Grace_,
    In an un_gracious_ mouth, is but profane.
                                      _Shakspere._

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

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