Is This Thy Kindness To Thy Friend (Christ A Redeemer And Friend) (John Newton Poems)
Poor, weak and worthless though I amI have a rich almighty friend;Jesus, the Saviour, is His Name;He freely loves, and ...
Poor, weak and worthless though I amI have a rich almighty friend;Jesus, the Saviour, is His Name;He freely loves, and ...
Here lies a man, from common clay descended,Who took the common people of the clayAnd from their lives, of grime ...
By the cross of Jesus standing,Love our straitened souls expanding,Taste we now the peace and grace!Health from yonder tree is ...
As the crinoid star-fish to the sea-baseBy his stem fixed draws bare subsistence inHis straitened sphere, as in the sunless ...
LEAN BACK, and get some minutes' peace; Let your head leanBack to the shoulder with its fleece Of ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours,When the waters of time ...
COMETH a voice:-'My children, hear; From the crowded street and the close-packed mart I call you back with my ...
PEARL-SLASHED and purple and crimson and fringed with gray mist of the hills, The pennons of morning advance to the ...
First, there's the entrance, narrow, and so small,The hat-stand seems to fill the tiny hall;That staircase, too, has such ...
What love is this of Thine that cannot beIn Thine infinity, O Lord, confined,Unless it in Thy very person seeInfinity ...
Why am I sorry, Chloe? Because the moon is far: And who am I to be straitened in a little ...
IITo say I love thee, is but uttering A worn-out phrase. The opal-breasted dove Coos the same story to his ...
Even in the moment of our earliest kiss,When sighed the straitened bud into the flower,Sat the dry seed of most ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
(To Ellen Terry) In the lone tent, waiting for victory, She stands with eyes marred by the mists of pain, ...
Is it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at ...
Christ, dost Thou live indeed? or are Thy bones Still straitened in their rock-hewn sepulchre? And was Thy Rising only ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours, When the waters of time ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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