English Poets of the Eighteenth Century eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 437 pages of information about English Poets of the Eighteenth Century.

English Poets of the Eighteenth Century eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 437 pages of information about English Poets of the Eighteenth Century.

  Love’s redeeming work is done,
  Fought the fight, the battle won: 
  Lo! our Sun’s eclipse is o’er;
  Lo!  He sets in blood no more.

  Vain the stone, the watch, the seal;
  Christ hath burst the gates of hell! 
  Death in vain forbids His rise;
  Christ hath opened Paradise!

  Lives again our glorious King: 
  Where, O Death, is now thy sting? 
  Dying once, He all doth save: 
  Where thy victory, O Grave?

  Soar we now where Christ has led,
  Following our exalted Head;
  Made like Him, like Him we rise;
  Ours the Cross, the grave, the skies.

  What though once we perished all,
  Partners in our parents’ fall? 
  Second life we all receive,
  In our Heavenly Adam live.

  Risen with Him, we upward move;
  Still we seek the things above;
  Still pursue, and kiss the Son
  Seated on His Father’s Throne.

  Scarce on earth a thought bestow,
  Dead to all we leave below;
  Heaven our aim, and loved abode,
  Hid our life with Christ in God: 

  Hid, till Christ our Life appear
  Glorious in His members here;
  Joined to Him, we then shall shine,
  All immortal, all divine.

  Hail the Lord of Earth and Heaven! 
  Praise to Thee by both be given! 
  Thee we greet triumphant now! 
  Hail, the Resurrection Thou!

  King of glory, Soul of bliss! 
  Everlasting life is this,
  Thee to know, Thy power to prove,
  Thus to sing, and thus to love!

  IN TEMPTATION

  Jesu, lover of my soul,
  Let me to Thy bosom fly,
  While the nearer waters roll,
  While the tempest still is high! 
  Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
  Till the storm of life is past,
  Safe into the haven guide;
  O receive my soul at last!

  Other refuge have I none;
  Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
  Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
  Still support and comfort me! 
  All my trust on Thee is stayed,
  All my help from Thee I bring: 
  Cover my defenceless head
  With the shadow of Thy wing!

  Wilt Thou not regard my call? 
  Wilt Thou not accept my prayer? 
  Lo!  I sink, I faint, I fall! 
  Lo! on Thee I cast my care! 
  Reach me out Thy gracious hand! 
  While I of Thy strength receive,
  Hoping against hope I stand,
  Dying, and behold I live!

  Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
  More than all in Thee I find: 
  Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
  Heal the sick, and lead the blind! 
  Just and holy is Thy Name;
  I am all unrighteousness;
  False and full of sin I am,
  Thou art full of truth and grace.

  Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
  Grace to cover all my sin;
  Let the healing streams abound;
  Make and keep me pure within! 
  Thou of Life the Fountain art,
  Freely let me take of Thee;
  Spring Thou up within my heart! 
  Rise to all eternity!

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