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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

_Faith!_ anchor of the soul amid the storms
    Which vex and toss the ocean deep, which forms
    The pathway to that land of light and love,
    Which waits the ransom’d in the world above;
    While this life lasts, I fain would stay on thee;
    I shall not need thee in eternity.
    _Hope!_ be thou mine, while here on earth I rove,
    But only till I reach my home above:
    But _Charity!_ of christian _graces_ best,
    Ever increasing, blessing still and blest,
    Thou shalt remain when Faith and Hope shall cease,
    The source and fulness e’en of Heaven’s bliss!
    No period circumscribes my prayer for thee;
    Be mine on earth, and through eternity!
                                         _Mary Milner._


    _Grace!_ ’tis a charming sound,
      Harmonious to my ear;
    Heaven with the echo shall resound,
      And all the earth shall hear.

    _Grace_ first contrived a way
      To save rebellious man;
    And all the steps that _grace_ display
      Which drew the wondrous plan.

    _Grace_ taught my wand’ring feet
      To tread the heavenly road;
    And new supplies each hour I meet,
      While pressing on to God.

    _Grace_ all the work shall crown,
      Through everlasting days;
    It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
      And well deserves the praise.
                               _Doddridge._




                             GRAVE--TOMB.


The Lord killeth, and maketh alive: he bringeth down to the _grave_,
and bringeth up.--I. Samuel, ii. 6.

God will redeem my soul from the power of the _grave_: for he shall
receive me.--Psalm xlix. 15.

Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is
no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the _grave_, whither
thou goest.--Ecclesiastes, ix. 10.

I will ransom them from the power of the _grave_: I will redeem them
from death: O death, I will be thy plagues; O _grave_, I will be thy
destruction.--Hosea, xiii. 14.


    When self-esteem, or other’s adulation,
    Would cunningly persuade us we are something
    Above the common level of our kind;
    The _grave_ gainsays the smooth-complexion’d flatt’ry,
    And with blunt truth acquaints us what we are.
                                                   _Blair._


    Dull _grave_! thou spoil’st the dance of youthful blood,
    Strik’st out the dimple from the cheek of mirth,
    And every smirking feature from the face;
    Branding out laughter with the name of madness.
                                                     _Blair._


    All at rest now--all dust!--wave flows on wave,
    But the sea dries not! What to us the _grave_?
    It brings no real homily; we sigh,
    Pause for awhile, and murmur “all must die;”
    Then rush to pleasure, action, sin, once more,
    Swell the loud tide, and fret unto the shore.
                                 _Sir E. B. Lytton._

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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

_Faith!_ anchor of the soul amid the storms
    Which vex and toss the ocean deep, which forms
    The pathway to that land of light and love,
    Which waits the ransom’d in the world above;
    While this life lasts, I fain would stay on thee;
    I shall not need thee in eternity.
    _Hope!_ be thou mine, while here on earth I rove,
    But only till I reach my home above:
    But _Charity!_ of christian _graces_ best,
    Ever increasing, blessing still and blest,
    Thou shalt remain when Faith and Hope shall cease,
    The source and fulness e’en of Heaven’s bliss!
    No period circumscribes my prayer for thee;
    Be mine on earth, and through eternity!
                                         _Mary Milner._


    _Grace!_ ’tis a charming sound,
      Harmonious to my ear;
    Heaven with the echo shall resound,
      And all the earth shall hear.

    _Grace_ first contrived a way
      To save rebellious man;
    And all the steps that _grace_ display
      Which drew the wondrous plan.

    _Grace_ taught my wand’ring feet
      To tread the heavenly road;
    And new supplies each hour I meet,
      While pressing on to God.

    _Grace_ all the work shall crown,
      Through everlasting days;
    It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
      And well deserves the praise.
                               _Doddridge._




                             GRAVE--TOMB.


The Lord killeth, and maketh alive: he bringeth down to the _grave_,
and bringeth up.--I. Samuel, ii. 6.

God will redeem my soul from the power of the _grave_: for he shall
receive me.--Psalm xlix. 15.

Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is
no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the _grave_, whither
thou goest.--Ecclesiastes, ix. 10.

I will ransom them from the power of the _grave_: I will redeem them
from death: O death, I will be thy plagues; O _grave_, I will be thy
destruction.--Hosea, xiii. 14.


    When self-esteem, or other’s adulation,
    Would cunningly persuade us we are something
    Above the common level of our kind;
    The _grave_ gainsays the smooth-complexion’d flatt’ry,
    And with blunt truth acquaints us what we are.
                                                   _Blair._


    Dull _grave_! thou spoil’st the dance of youthful blood,
    Strik’st out the dimple from the cheek of mirth,
    And every smirking feature from the face;
    Branding out laughter with the name of madness.
                                                     _Blair._


    All at rest now--all dust!--wave flows on wave,
    But the sea dries not! What to us the _grave_?
    It brings no real homily; we sigh,
    Pause for awhile, and murmur “all must die;”
    Then rush to pleasure, action, sin, once more,
    Swell the loud tide, and fret unto the shore.
                                 _Sir E. B. Lytton._

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

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