Imágenes de páginas

Which in Heaven's sight He did present
More glorious than the glittering stars.

O happy pledge of pardon sure,

And of an endless blissful state, Since human nature once made pure,

For Heaven becomes so fit a mate!

Lord, raise our sinking minds therefore,

Up to our proper country dear; And purify us evermore,

To fit us for those regions clear.

That when He shall return again

In clouds of glory, as He went, Our souls no foulness may retain,

But be found pure and innocent.

And so may mount to His bright hosts

On eagle wings up to the sky, And be conducted to the courts

Of everlasting bliss and joy.

Henry Moore



HE, who on earth as man was known,
And bore our sins and pains,
Now, seated on the eternal Throne,
The God of Glory reigns.

His hands the wheels of Nature guide

With an unerring skill,
And countless worlds, extended wide,

Obey His sovereign will.

While harps unnumbered sound His praise

In yonder world above,
His saints on earth admire His ways

And glory in His love.

His righteousness, to faith revealed,
Wrought out for guilty worms,

Affords a hiding-place and shield
From enemies and storms.

This land through which His pilgrims go,

Is desolate and dry; But streams of grace from Him o'erflow,

Their thirst to satisfy.

When troubles, like a burning sun,

Beat heavy on their head,
To this Almighty Rock they run,

And find a pleasing shade.

How glorious He! how happy they

In such a glorious Friend!
Whose love secures them all the way,

And crowns them at the end.

J. Newton


WHERE high the heavenly temple stands,
The house of God not made with hands,
A great High Priest our nature wea'rs,
The Saviour of mankind appears.

He who for man in mercy stood,
And poured on earth His precious blood,
Pursues in heaven His plan of grace,
The guardian God of human race.

Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a brother's eye,
Partaker of the human name,
He knows the frailty of our frame.

Our fellow-sufferer yet retains
A fellow-feeling for our pains;
And still remembers in the skies,
His tears, and agonies, and cries.

In every pang that rends the heart
The Man of Sorrows had a part;

He sympathises in our grief,
And to the sufferer sends relief.

With boldness, therefore, at the throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known,
And ask the aids of heavenly power,
To help us in the evil hour.

J. Logan III





DIM as the borrowed beams of moon and stars
To lonely, weary, wandering travellers —
Is reason to the soul: and as on high,
Those rolling fires discover but the sky,
Not light us here: so reason's glimmering ray
Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way,
But guide us upward to a better day.
And as those nightly tapers disappear
When day's bright lord ascends our hemisphere,
So pale grows Reason at Religion's sight;
So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural light.

John Dry den



AND so the Word had breath, and wrought
With human hands the creed of creeds,
In loveliness of perfect deeds,
More strong than all poetic thought .

Which he may read that binds the sheaf,
Or builds the house, or digs the grave,
And those wild eyes that watch the wave

In roarings round the coral reef.

A. Tennyson

« AnteriorContinuar »