St. Barnabas (John Keble Poems)
The world's a room of sickness, where each heart Knows its own anguish and unrest; The truest wisdom there, and noblest art, Is ...
The world's a room of sickness, where each heart Knows its own anguish and unrest; The truest wisdom there, and noblest art, Is ...
We were not by when Jesus came, But round us, far and near, We see His trophies, and His name In choral echoes ...
"Wake, arm Divine! awake, Eye of the only Wise! Now for Thy glory's sake, Saviour and God, arise,And may Thine ear, that sealed ...
See Lucifer like lightning fall, Dashed from his throne of pride; While, answering Thy victorious call, The Saints his spoils divide; This world of ...
Thou thrice denied, yet thrice beloved, Watch by Thine own forgiven friend;In sharpest perils faithful proved, Let his soul love Thee to ...
O Lord my God, do thou Thy holy will - I will lie still -I will not stir, lest I forsake ...
Foe of mankind! too bold thy race: Thou runn'st at such a reckless pace,Thine own dire work thou surely wilt confound: 'Twas ...
In troublous days of anguish and rebuke,While sadly round them Israel's children look, And their eyes fail for waiting on their ...
The Son of God in doing good Was fain to look to Heaven and sigh:And shall the heirs of sinful blood Seek ...
Why should we faint and fear to live alone, Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die,Nor e'en the tenderest ...
Hold up thy mirror to the sun, And thou shalt need an eagle's gaze,So perfectly the polished stone Gives back the glory ...
Well may I guess and feel Why Autumn should be sad; But vernal airs should sorrow heal, Spring should be gay and glad: Yet ...
Go not away, thou weary soul: Heaven has in store a precious doleHere on Bethsaida's cold and darksome height, Where over rocks ...
Why blow'st thou not, thou wintry wind, Now every leaf is brown and sere, And idly droops, to thee resigned, The fading chaplet ...
Say, ye celestial guards, who waitIn Bethlehem, round the Saviour's palace gate, Say, who are these on golden wings,That hover o'er ...
The heart of childhood is all mirth: We frolic to and froAs free and blithe, as if on earth Were no such ...
"Angel of wrath! why linger in mid-air, While the devoted city's cryLouder and louder swells? and canst thou spare, Thy full-charged vial ...
The year begins with Thee, And Thou beginn'st with woe,To let the world of sinners see That blood for sin must flow. Thine ...
First Father of the holy seed,If yet, invoked in hour of need, Thou count me for Thine ownNot quite an outcast ...
When Nature tries her finest touch, Weaving her vernal wreath,Mark ye, how close she veils her round,Not to be traced by ...
Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide,Now on Thy mercy's ocean wideFar out of sight we seem to glide.Help us, each hour, with ...
Oh! day of days! shall hearts set freeNo "minstrel rapture" find for thee?Thou art this Sun of other days,They shine ...
O Youth and Joy, your airy treadToo lightly springs by Sorrow's bed,Your keen eye-glances are too bright,Too restless for a ...
Seest thou, how tearful and alone, And drooping like a wounded dove,The Cross in sight, but Jesus gone, The widowed Church is ...
Thou first-born of the year's delight, Pride of the dewy glade,In vernal green and virgin white, Thy vestal robes, arrayed:'Tis not because ...
There is an awe in mortals' joy, A deep mysterious fearHalf of the heart will still employ, As if we drew too ...
Where is the land with milk and honey flowing, The promise of our God, our fancy's theme?Here over shattered walls dank ...
O hateful spell of Sin! when friends are nigh, To make stern Memory tell her tale unsought,And raise accusing shades of ...
Dear is the morning gale of spring, And dear th' autumnal eve;But few delights can summer bring A Poet's crown to weave.Her ...
"This in thankworthy, if a man for conscience towards God endure grief, suffering wrongfully." I S.Peter ii. 19Praise to our ...
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