Quotes
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid. By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows! The Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain; His blood red banner streams afar: Who follows in His train? From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand. Though every great prospect pleases, And only man is vile. The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone. Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee: Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty! God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity. Failed the bright promise of your early day. No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil. Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower. Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb. Thus heavenly hope is all serene, But earthly hope, how bright soe'er, Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene, As false and fleeting as 't is fair. reginald heber
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