The Poetical Works of Crabbe, Heber, and Pollok: Complete in One Volume

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Grigg & Elliot, 1845 - 518 pages
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Page 13 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid ; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Page 13 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Page 13 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid : Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Page 13 - And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age, Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, And stormy passion's rage.
Page 17 - Holy, holy, holy ! all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea...
Page 10 - I have trodden the winepress alone ; and of the people there was none with me : for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury ; and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment. For the day of vengeance is in mine heart, and the year of my redeemed is come.
Page 22 - BREAD of the world, in mercy broken ; Wine of the soul, in mercy shed ; By whom the words of life were spoken, And in whose death our sins are dead ; Look on the heart by sorrow broken, Look on the tears by sinners shed, And be thy feast to us the token That by thy grace our souls are fed.
Page 22 - From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...
Page 19 - Say, with richer crimson glows The kingly mantle than the rose : Say, have kings more wholesome fare Than we poor citizens of air ? Barns nor hoarded grain have we, Yet we carol merrily. Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow, God provideth for the morrow.
Page 17 - Holy, holy, holy, though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see, Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee,. Perfect in power, in love, and purity. Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, All thy works shall praise thy name in earth and sky and sea. Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty, God in three persons, blessed Trinity.

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