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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

But lo! far off, the righteous pass
      To glory; from the king’s right hand,
    In silence, on the sea of glass,
      Heaven’s numbers without number stand,
    While He who bore the cross, lays down
    His priestly robe and victor crown;
    The mediatorial reign complete,
    All things are put beneath His feet.
                           _James Montgomery._


                              Time
    Hath functions awful and sublime,
    And on its viewless lapse are traced
    Stern chronicles of all the past,
    A writing every sunset laid,
    While heaven is still within the shade
    Of Christ’s high throne, one day to be
    A part of the solemnity
    And pomp of _judgment_, endless Woe,
    Or endless Weal! to some a show
    Of fiery ciphers, symbols dread,
    Of unchaste things unpardoned.

           *       *       *       *       *

    And some there are to whom that scroll
    Sad record still, may yet unroll
    A fairer vision, dark and bright,
    Like dawn o’er-mastering tardy night
    In dubious streaks, with here and there
    A firm and radiant character,
    To angels’ eyes not new, but known
    And recognised the _Judge’s_ own.
                        _Frederic W. Faber._


    The _judgment_! the _judgment_! the thrones are all set,
    Where the Lamb and the white-vested Elders are met!
    All flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
    And the doom of eternity hangs on His word!

    O mercy! O mercy! look down from above,
    Creator! on us thy sad children, with love!
    When beneath, to their darkness, the wicked are driven,
    May our sanctified souls find a mansion in Heaven!
                                              _H. H. Milman._




                               JUSTICE.


Shall mortal man be more _just_ than God? Shall a man be more pure than
his Maker.--Job, iv. 17.

Touching the Almighty, we cannot find him out: he is excellent in
power, and in judgment and in plenty of _justice_.--Job, xxxvii. 23.

_Justice_ and judgment are the habitation of Thy throne.--Psalm lxxxix.
14.

To do _justice_ and judgment is more acceptable to the Lord than
sacrifice.--Proverbs, xxi. 3.


      Whoso upon himself will take the skill
      True _justice_ unto people to divide,
      Has need have mighty hands for to fulfil
      That which he doth with righteous doom decide,
      And for to maister wrong and puissant pride;
      For vain it is to deem of things aright,
      And make wrong doers _justice_ to deride,
      Unless it be performed with dreadless might;
    For power is the right hand of _justice_ truly hight.
                                                _Spenser._

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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

But lo! far off, the righteous pass
      To glory; from the king’s right hand,
    In silence, on the sea of glass,
      Heaven’s numbers without number stand,
    While He who bore the cross, lays down
    His priestly robe and victor crown;
    The mediatorial reign complete,
    All things are put beneath His feet.
                           _James Montgomery._


                              Time
    Hath functions awful and sublime,
    And on its viewless lapse are traced
    Stern chronicles of all the past,
    A writing every sunset laid,
    While heaven is still within the shade
    Of Christ’s high throne, one day to be
    A part of the solemnity
    And pomp of _judgment_, endless Woe,
    Or endless Weal! to some a show
    Of fiery ciphers, symbols dread,
    Of unchaste things unpardoned.

           *       *       *       *       *

    And some there are to whom that scroll
    Sad record still, may yet unroll
    A fairer vision, dark and bright,
    Like dawn o’er-mastering tardy night
    In dubious streaks, with here and there
    A firm and radiant character,
    To angels’ eyes not new, but known
    And recognised the _Judge’s_ own.
                        _Frederic W. Faber._


    The _judgment_! the _judgment_! the thrones are all set,
    Where the Lamb and the white-vested Elders are met!
    All flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
    And the doom of eternity hangs on His word!

    O mercy! O mercy! look down from above,
    Creator! on us thy sad children, with love!
    When beneath, to their darkness, the wicked are driven,
    May our sanctified souls find a mansion in Heaven!
                                              _H. H. Milman._




                               JUSTICE.


Shall mortal man be more _just_ than God? Shall a man be more pure than
his Maker.--Job, iv. 17.

Touching the Almighty, we cannot find him out: he is excellent in
power, and in judgment and in plenty of _justice_.--Job, xxxvii. 23.

_Justice_ and judgment are the habitation of Thy throne.--Psalm lxxxix.
14.

To do _justice_ and judgment is more acceptable to the Lord than
sacrifice.--Proverbs, xxi. 3.


      Whoso upon himself will take the skill
      True _justice_ unto people to divide,
      Has need have mighty hands for to fulfil
      That which he doth with righteous doom decide,
      And for to maister wrong and puissant pride;
      For vain it is to deem of things aright,
      And make wrong doers _justice_ to deride,
      Unless it be performed with dreadless might;
    For power is the right hand of _justice_ truly hight.
                                                _Spenser._

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

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