Cyclopædia of
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.
作者：Adams, H. G. (Henry Gardiner), 1812?-1881 [Editor]
体例：段 章数：47
字数：945,491 来源：Project Gutenberg
章节目录
共 47 段- O! sweet _abode_ of peace and love,
- I cannot call _affliction_ sweet,
- Whose is that sword--that voice and eye of flame,
- The cross of Christ! The cross of Christ!
- What household thoughts around thee, as their shrine,
- Therefore as the fire devoureth the stubble, and the flame c
- If I were a voice, a convincing voice,
- O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither _chasten_ me i
- Thou shalt be called The _city_ of righteousness; the faithf
- Lest too powerful passions should propel
- But God forbid that I should glory, save in the _cross_ of o
- Happy the babe, who, privileged by fate
- Ah! thou knowest not the war of struggling thought
- He of the lion-voice, the rainbow-crowned,
- We know not in what hallowed part
- For other _foundation_ can no man lay than that is laid, whi
- This is true _glory_ and renown, when God,
- ’Tis a blessing to live, but a greater to die,
- And when Jesus was entered into Capernaum, there came unto H
- For the dark resounding heavens,
- For the vile person will speak villany, and his heart will w
- The signs are full, and never shall the sun
- There’s not a leaf within the bower;
- The day that only springeth from on high,
- A beam ethereal, sullied and absorpt!
- The dumb began to speak, the blind to see,
- See yonder poor, o’erlabour’d wight;
- For by one _offering_ He hath perfected for ever them that a
- If there be sore strife and care,
- Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow,
- But chief the _Prophets_ glowed with full delight,
- Except the Lord the city keep
- When by a good man’s grave I muse alone,
- Encompass’d with ten thousand ills,
- Like happy bees, O! let us roam,
- ’Tis _slander_,
- The _Soul_!--the _Soul_!--with its eye of fire,
- But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eterna
- He who can guard ’gainst the low baits of sense,
- Be silent and still, for his end draweth near,
- O let my trembling soul be still,
- First Envy, eldest born of hell, imbrued
- Come let me view the wonder! Let me look
- _Wisdom_ is humble, said the voice of God,
- Thou art, O God, the life and light
- The Lord shall comfort _Zion_,
- Blindness, 78