Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 1. (William Cowper Poems)
CHORUS OF ANGELS, Singing the Glory of God.To Heaven's bright lyre let Iris be the bow,Adapt the spheres for chords, ...
CHORUS OF ANGELS, Singing the Glory of God.To Heaven's bright lyre let Iris be the bow,Adapt the spheres for chords, ...
SCENE I.-- Adam and Eve.Oh, my beloved companion!Oh thou of my existence,The very heart and soul!Hast thou, with such excess ...
There is a book, which we may call(Its excellence is such)Alone a library, though small;The ladies thumb it much.Words none, ...
There's not an echo round me,But I am glad should learn,How pure a fire has found me,The love with which ...
Jesus! where'er Thy people meet, There they behold Thy mercy seat; Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, And every ...
To those who love the Lord I speak; Is my Beloved near? The Bridegroom of my soul I seek, Oh! ...
To tell the Saviour all my wants, How pleasing is the task! Nor less to praise Him when He grants ...
Grace, triumphant in the throne, Scorns a rival, reigns alone; Come and bow beneath her sway; Cast your idol works ...
To Jesus, the crown of my hope, My soul is in haste to be gone; O bear me, ye cherubim, ...
(Isaiah, xii.1) I will praise Thee every day Now Thine anger's turn'd away; Comfortable thoughts arise From the bleeding sacrifice. ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
(Ezekiel, xlviii.35) As birds their infant brood protect, And spread their wings to shelter them, Thus saith the Lord to ...
My God, how perfect are Thy ways! But mine polluted are; Sin twines itself about my praise, And slides into ...
My song shall bless the Lord of all, My praise shall climb to His abode; Thee, Saviour, by that name ...
(Proverbs, viii. 22-31) "Ere God had built the mountains, Or raised the fruitful hills; Before he fill'd the fountains That ...
Obscurest night involv'd the sky, Th' Atlantic billows roar'd, When such a destin'd wretch as I, Wash'd headlong from on ...
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