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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

And God called the _light_ Day.--Genesis, i. 3, 4, 5.

Truly the _light_ is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to
behold the sun.--Ecclesiastes, xi. 7.

Come ye, and let us walk in the _light_ of the Lord.--Isaiah, ii. 5.

Let your _light_ so shine before men that they may see your good works,
and glorify your Father which is in heaven.--Matthew, v. 16.

The dayspring from on high hath visited us, to give _light_ to them
that sit in darkness, and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet
into the way of peace.--Luke, i. 78, 79.

Every one that doeth evil, hateth the _light_; neither cometh to the
_light_, lest his deeds should be reproved.--John, iii. 20.


    The day that only springeth from on high,
    That high day-_light_ wherein the heavens do live:
    The life that loves but to behold that eye
    Which doth the glory of all brightness give,
    And from the enlightened doth all darkness drive:
      Where saints do see, and angels know to see
      A brighter _light_ than saints or angels see.

    In this _light’s_ love, O, let me ever live!
    And let my soul have never other love
    But all the pleasures of this world to give,
    The smallest spark of such a joy to prove,
    And ever pray unto my God above,
      To grant my humble soul good Simeon’s grace,
      In love to see my Saviour in the face.
                                     _Nicholas Breton._


    Hail, holy _Light_, offspring of heav’n first born,
    Or of th’ Eternal coeternal beam,
    May I express thee unblam’d? Since God is _Light_,
    And never but in unapproached _light_
    Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee,
    Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
    Or hear’st thou rather pure ethereal stream,
    Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun,
    Before the heav’ns thou wert, and at the voice
    Of God, as with a mantle, did’st invest
    The rising world of waters dark and deep,
    Won from the void and formless infinite!
                                               _Milton._


    He that hath _light_ within his own clear breast,
    May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day;
    But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts,
    Benighted walks under the mid-day sun:
    Himself is his own dungeon.
                                             _Milton._


                  Prime cheerer, _Light_!
    Of all material beings, first and best!
    Efflux divine! Nature’s resplendent robe!
    Without whose vesting beauty, all were wrapt
    In unessential gloom! and thou, O Sun!
    Soul of surrounding worlds, in whom, best seen,
    Shines out thy Maker!
                                          _Thomson._

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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

And God called the _light_ Day.--Genesis, i. 3, 4, 5.

Truly the _light_ is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to
behold the sun.--Ecclesiastes, xi. 7.

Come ye, and let us walk in the _light_ of the Lord.--Isaiah, ii. 5.

Let your _light_ so shine before men that they may see your good works,
and glorify your Father which is in heaven.--Matthew, v. 16.

The dayspring from on high hath visited us, to give _light_ to them
that sit in darkness, and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet
into the way of peace.--Luke, i. 78, 79.

Every one that doeth evil, hateth the _light_; neither cometh to the
_light_, lest his deeds should be reproved.--John, iii. 20.


    The day that only springeth from on high,
    That high day-_light_ wherein the heavens do live:
    The life that loves but to behold that eye
    Which doth the glory of all brightness give,
    And from the enlightened doth all darkness drive:
      Where saints do see, and angels know to see
      A brighter _light_ than saints or angels see.

    In this _light’s_ love, O, let me ever live!
    And let my soul have never other love
    But all the pleasures of this world to give,
    The smallest spark of such a joy to prove,
    And ever pray unto my God above,
      To grant my humble soul good Simeon’s grace,
      In love to see my Saviour in the face.
                                     _Nicholas Breton._


    Hail, holy _Light_, offspring of heav’n first born,
    Or of th’ Eternal coeternal beam,
    May I express thee unblam’d? Since God is _Light_,
    And never but in unapproached _light_
    Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee,
    Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
    Or hear’st thou rather pure ethereal stream,
    Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun,
    Before the heav’ns thou wert, and at the voice
    Of God, as with a mantle, did’st invest
    The rising world of waters dark and deep,
    Won from the void and formless infinite!
                                               _Milton._


    He that hath _light_ within his own clear breast,
    May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day;
    But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts,
    Benighted walks under the mid-day sun:
    Himself is his own dungeon.
                                             _Milton._


                  Prime cheerer, _Light_!
    Of all material beings, first and best!
    Efflux divine! Nature’s resplendent robe!
    Without whose vesting beauty, all were wrapt
    In unessential gloom! and thou, O Sun!
    Soul of surrounding worlds, in whom, best seen,
    Shines out thy Maker!
                                          _Thomson._

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

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