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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

There are smiles and tears in the mother’s eyes,
    For her new-born _infant_ beside her lies.
    O, hour of bliss! when the heart o’erflows
    With rapture a mother only knows.
    Let it gush forth in words of fervent prayer;
    Let it swell up to heaven for her precious care.
                                   _Henry Ware, Jun._


            How soft and fresh he breathes!
    Look, he is dreaming! Visions sure of joy
    Are gladdening his rest; and ah, who knows
    But waiting angels do converse in sleep
    With babes like this!
                              _Arthur C. Coxe._


    Little _children_, not alone
    On the wide earth are ye thrown,
    ’Mid its labour and its cares;
    ’Mid its sufferings and its snares,
    Free from sorrow, free from strife,
    In the world of love and life,
    Where no sinful thing has trod
    In the presence of our God!
    Spotless, blameless, glorified,
    Little _children_, ye abide!
                          _Mary Howitt._


    How oft, heart-sick and sore,
    I’ve wished I were, once more,
        A little _child_!
                    _Mrs. Southey._




                          CHRIST--CHRISTMAS.


We have heard out of the law that _Christ_ abideth for ever.--John,
xii. 34.

We preach _Christ_ crucified, unto the Jews a stumbling-block, and unto
the Greeks foolishness;

But unto them which are called, both Jews and Greeks, _Christ_ the
power of God, and the wisdom of God.--I. Corinthians, i. 23, 24.

We preach not ourselves, but _Christ_ Jesus the Lord.--II. Corinthians,
iv. 5.

_Christ_ is all, and in all.--Colossians, iii. 11.

For even hereunto were ye called: because _Christ_ also suffered for
us, leaving us an example, that ye should follow His steps;

Who did no sin, neither was guile found in His mouth:

Who, when he was reviled, reviled not again; when He suffered,
He threatened not; but committed Himself to Him that judgeth
righteously--I. Peter, ii. 21, 22, 23.


      With force of arms we nothing can,
        Full soon were we down-ridden;
      But for us fights the proper man,
        Whom God himself hath bidden.
    Ask ye, who is the same? _Christ_ Jesus is His name,
    The Lord Zebaoth’s Son, He, and no other one,
      Shall conquer in the battle.
                                         _Martin Luther._


    _Christ_ is a path,--if any be misled;
      He is a robe,--if any naked be;
    If any chance to hunger,--He is bread;
      If any be a bondman,--He is free;
      If any be but weak,--how strong is he!
    To dead men life he is; to sick men health;
    To blind men sight; and to the needy wealth;
    A pleasure without loss, a pleasure without stealth.
                                        _Giles Fletcher._

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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

There are smiles and tears in the mother’s eyes,
    For her new-born _infant_ beside her lies.
    O, hour of bliss! when the heart o’erflows
    With rapture a mother only knows.
    Let it gush forth in words of fervent prayer;
    Let it swell up to heaven for her precious care.
                                   _Henry Ware, Jun._


            How soft and fresh he breathes!
    Look, he is dreaming! Visions sure of joy
    Are gladdening his rest; and ah, who knows
    But waiting angels do converse in sleep
    With babes like this!
                              _Arthur C. Coxe._


    Little _children_, not alone
    On the wide earth are ye thrown,
    ’Mid its labour and its cares;
    ’Mid its sufferings and its snares,
    Free from sorrow, free from strife,
    In the world of love and life,
    Where no sinful thing has trod
    In the presence of our God!
    Spotless, blameless, glorified,
    Little _children_, ye abide!
                          _Mary Howitt._


    How oft, heart-sick and sore,
    I’ve wished I were, once more,
        A little _child_!
                    _Mrs. Southey._




                          CHRIST--CHRISTMAS.


We have heard out of the law that _Christ_ abideth for ever.--John,
xii. 34.

We preach _Christ_ crucified, unto the Jews a stumbling-block, and unto
the Greeks foolishness;

But unto them which are called, both Jews and Greeks, _Christ_ the
power of God, and the wisdom of God.--I. Corinthians, i. 23, 24.

We preach not ourselves, but _Christ_ Jesus the Lord.--II. Corinthians,
iv. 5.

_Christ_ is all, and in all.--Colossians, iii. 11.

For even hereunto were ye called: because _Christ_ also suffered for
us, leaving us an example, that ye should follow His steps;

Who did no sin, neither was guile found in His mouth:

Who, when he was reviled, reviled not again; when He suffered,
He threatened not; but committed Himself to Him that judgeth
righteously--I. Peter, ii. 21, 22, 23.


      With force of arms we nothing can,
        Full soon were we down-ridden;
      But for us fights the proper man,
        Whom God himself hath bidden.
    Ask ye, who is the same? _Christ_ Jesus is His name,
    The Lord Zebaoth’s Son, He, and no other one,
      Shall conquer in the battle.
                                         _Martin Luther._


    _Christ_ is a path,--if any be misled;
      He is a robe,--if any naked be;
    If any chance to hunger,--He is bread;
      If any be a bondman,--He is free;
      If any be but weak,--how strong is he!
    To dead men life he is; to sick men health;
    To blind men sight; and to the needy wealth;
    A pleasure without loss, a pleasure without stealth.
                                        _Giles Fletcher._

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

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