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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

To every purpose there is time and judgment, therefore the _misery_ of
man is great upon him.--Ecclesiastes, viii. 6.

Go to now, ye rich men, weep and howl for your _miseries_ that shall
come upon you.--James, v. 1.


    Till in our eyes another sight we met;
    When fro my heart a sigh forthwith I fet,
    Rueing, alas, upon the woeful plight
    Of _Misery_, that next appear’d in sight.

    His face was lean, and some deal pined away,
    And eke his hands consumed to the bone;
    But, what his body was, I cannot say,
    For, on his carcase raiment had he none,
    Save clouts and patched pierced one by one,
    With staff in hand, and scrip on shoulders cast,
    His chief defence against the winter’s blast.

    His food, for most, was wild fruits of the tree,
    Unless sometime some crumbs fell to his share,
    Which in his wallet long, God wot, kept be,
    As on the which full daint’ly would he fare;
    His drink, the running stream! his cup, the bare
    Of his palm closed; his bed, the hard cold ground,
    To this poor life was _Misery_ ybound.
                                           _Sackville._


            I do believe myself the creature,
    Subject, and soldier, if I so may speak,
    Of an Almighty Father, King and Lord;
    Before whose presence, when my soul shall be
    Of flesh and blood disrobed, I shall appear,
    There to remain with all the great and good
    That e’er have lived on earth; yea, and with spirits
    Higher than earth e’er owned, in such pure bliss
    As human hearts conceive not,--if my life,
    With its imperfect virtue, find acceptance
    From pard’ning love and mercy; but if otherwise,--
    That I shall pass into a state of _misery_,
    With souls of wicked men and wrathful demons.
                                        _Joanna Baillie._




                             MISSIONARIES.


How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth
good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings
of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God
reigneth!--Isaiah, lii. 7.

This gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in all the world for a
witness unto all nations: and then shall the end come.--Matthew, xxiv.
14.

They are the messengers of the churches, and the glory of Christ.--II.
Corinthians, viii. 23.

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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

To every purpose there is time and judgment, therefore the _misery_ of
man is great upon him.--Ecclesiastes, viii. 6.

Go to now, ye rich men, weep and howl for your _miseries_ that shall
come upon you.--James, v. 1.


    Till in our eyes another sight we met;
    When fro my heart a sigh forthwith I fet,
    Rueing, alas, upon the woeful plight
    Of _Misery_, that next appear’d in sight.

    His face was lean, and some deal pined away,
    And eke his hands consumed to the bone;
    But, what his body was, I cannot say,
    For, on his carcase raiment had he none,
    Save clouts and patched pierced one by one,
    With staff in hand, and scrip on shoulders cast,
    His chief defence against the winter’s blast.

    His food, for most, was wild fruits of the tree,
    Unless sometime some crumbs fell to his share,
    Which in his wallet long, God wot, kept be,
    As on the which full daint’ly would he fare;
    His drink, the running stream! his cup, the bare
    Of his palm closed; his bed, the hard cold ground,
    To this poor life was _Misery_ ybound.
                                           _Sackville._


            I do believe myself the creature,
    Subject, and soldier, if I so may speak,
    Of an Almighty Father, King and Lord;
    Before whose presence, when my soul shall be
    Of flesh and blood disrobed, I shall appear,
    There to remain with all the great and good
    That e’er have lived on earth; yea, and with spirits
    Higher than earth e’er owned, in such pure bliss
    As human hearts conceive not,--if my life,
    With its imperfect virtue, find acceptance
    From pard’ning love and mercy; but if otherwise,--
    That I shall pass into a state of _misery_,
    With souls of wicked men and wrathful demons.
                                        _Joanna Baillie._




                             MISSIONARIES.


How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth
good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings
of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God
reigneth!--Isaiah, lii. 7.

This gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in all the world for a
witness unto all nations: and then shall the end come.--Matthew, xxiv.
14.

They are the messengers of the churches, and the glory of Christ.--II.
Corinthians, viii. 23.

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

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