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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

One hour remains, there is but one,
      But many a grief and many a tear,
    Through endless ages, must atone
      For moments lost and wasted here.
                                              _Heber._


    Serve God at _morn_, that solemn hallowed hour,
    When Nature wakes, as from the sleep of death,
    When the glad song from mountain, grove, and bower,
    Is heard through heaven and on the earth beneath.
    Serve God! Let Him receive thy _morning’s_ early breath.
                                                      _Weir._


    _Morn_ is the time to think,
      While thoughts are fresh and free,
    Of life, just balanced on the brink
      Of vast eternity!
    To ask our souls if they are meet
    To stand before the judgment seat.
                             _Miss Gray._


    New, every _morning_, is the love
    Our wakening and uprising prove;
    Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
    Restored to life, and power, and thought.

    New mercies each returning day,
    Hover around us while we pray;
    New perils past, new sins forgiven,
    New thoughts of God, new hopes of Heaven.
                                       _Keble._




                                MOSES.


So _Moses_ the servant of the Lord, died there in the land of Moab,
according to the word of the Lord.

And He buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against
Beth-peor: but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this
day.--Deuteronomy, xxxiv. 5, 6.

By faith _Moses_, when he was come to years, refused to be called the
son of Pharaoh’s daughter;

Choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to
enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season;

Esteeming the reproach of Christ greater riches than the treasures in
Egypt; for he had respect unto the recompense of the reward.--Hebrews,
xi. 24, 25, 26.


    Slow glides the Nile; amid the margin flags,
    Closed in a bulrush ark, the babe is left;
    Left by a mother’s hand. His sister waits
    Far off; and pale, ’tween hope and fear, beholds
    The royal maid, surrounded by her train,
    Approach the river bank; approach the spot
    Where sleeps the innocent: she sees them stoop
    With meeting plumes; thy rushy lid is ope’d,
    And wakes the infant smiling in his tears.
                                           _Grahame._


    The son of Amram spurns the regal prize,
    From the rich scene the zealous hero flies,
    And dwells ’mongst Israel’s sons. Resigned he bears
    The servile yoke, and every burden shares;
    Rather than violate Jehovah’s trust,
    And live the pampered slave of sordid lust,
    He quits the Egyptian court, and, undismayed,
    Seeks poverty’s inhospitable shade.
                                         _Samuel Hayes._

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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

One hour remains, there is but one,
      But many a grief and many a tear,
    Through endless ages, must atone
      For moments lost and wasted here.
                                              _Heber._


    Serve God at _morn_, that solemn hallowed hour,
    When Nature wakes, as from the sleep of death,
    When the glad song from mountain, grove, and bower,
    Is heard through heaven and on the earth beneath.
    Serve God! Let Him receive thy _morning’s_ early breath.
                                                      _Weir._


    _Morn_ is the time to think,
      While thoughts are fresh and free,
    Of life, just balanced on the brink
      Of vast eternity!
    To ask our souls if they are meet
    To stand before the judgment seat.
                             _Miss Gray._


    New, every _morning_, is the love
    Our wakening and uprising prove;
    Through sleep and darkness safely brought,
    Restored to life, and power, and thought.

    New mercies each returning day,
    Hover around us while we pray;
    New perils past, new sins forgiven,
    New thoughts of God, new hopes of Heaven.
                                       _Keble._




                                MOSES.


So _Moses_ the servant of the Lord, died there in the land of Moab,
according to the word of the Lord.

And He buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against
Beth-peor: but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this
day.--Deuteronomy, xxxiv. 5, 6.

By faith _Moses_, when he was come to years, refused to be called the
son of Pharaoh’s daughter;

Choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to
enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season;

Esteeming the reproach of Christ greater riches than the treasures in
Egypt; for he had respect unto the recompense of the reward.--Hebrews,
xi. 24, 25, 26.


    Slow glides the Nile; amid the margin flags,
    Closed in a bulrush ark, the babe is left;
    Left by a mother’s hand. His sister waits
    Far off; and pale, ’tween hope and fear, beholds
    The royal maid, surrounded by her train,
    Approach the river bank; approach the spot
    Where sleeps the innocent: she sees them stoop
    With meeting plumes; thy rushy lid is ope’d,
    And wakes the infant smiling in his tears.
                                           _Grahame._


    The son of Amram spurns the regal prize,
    From the rich scene the zealous hero flies,
    And dwells ’mongst Israel’s sons. Resigned he bears
    The servile yoke, and every burden shares;
    Rather than violate Jehovah’s trust,
    And live the pampered slave of sordid lust,
    He quits the Egyptian court, and, undismayed,
    Seeks poverty’s inhospitable shade.
                                         _Samuel Hayes._

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

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