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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 while they looked steadfastly toward Heaven, as He went up, behold
two men stood by them in white apparel;

Which also said, Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into Heaven?
This same Jesus, which is taken up from you into Heaven, shall so come
in like manner as ye have seen Him go into Heaven.--Acts, i. 9, 10, 11.

Now that he _ascended_, what is it but that he also descended first
into the lower parts of the earth?

He that descended is the same also that _ascended_ up far above all
heavens, that he might fill all things.--Ephesians, iv. 9, 10.


    Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates,
    And give the King of glory to come in;
    Who is the King of glory? He who left
    His throne of glory for the pang of death;
    Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates,
    And give the King of glory to come in;
    Who is the King of glory? He who slew
    The ravenous foe that gorged all human race!
    The King of glory, He whose glory filled
    Heaven with amazement at His love to man,
    And with divine complacency beheld
    Powers most illumined wildered in the theme.
                                         _Young._


    Lift up your heads, ye gates, and O prepare,
    Ye living orbs, your everlasting doors,
    The King of glory comes!
    What King of glory? He, whose puissant might
    Subdued Abaddon, and the infernal powers
    Of darkness bound in adamantine chains:
    Who, wrapt in glory, with the Father reigns,
    Omnipotent, immortal, infinite!
                                   _James Scott._


                            Majestical He rose
    Upborne, and steered a flight of gentlest wing
    His native Heaven to gain; whilst from their eye,
    That to its centre fixed, in mute survey
    Pursued the _ascending_ glory, a bright cloud,
    Of bidden access, his latest presence caught:
    By angel forms supported, who in song,
    Not unperceived, and choral symphony,
    Through Heaven’s wide empyrean loud rejoiced.
                                      _Thomas Hughes._


                          Now, O my soul,
    On the blest summit light a holy flame!
    From the last foot-print of the Prince of Peace,
    The conqueror of death, let incense rise,
    And enter Heaven with thine _ascending_ Lord!
    Shake off the chains, and all the dust of earth!
    Go up and breathe in the sweet atmosphere
    His presence purified, as He arose!
                                   _Hannah F. Gould._


    Oh! what a night was that which wrapt
      The heathen world in gloom:
    Oh! what a sun that broke this day
      Triumphant from the tomb!

    Jesus, the friend of human kind,
      With strong compassion moved,
    Descended, like a pitying God,
      To save the souls He loved.

    The powers of darkness leagued in vain
      To bind His soul in death;
    He shook their kingdom, when He fell,
      With His expiring breath.

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