Ballads for the Times (Now first collected,) Geraldine, A Modern Pyramid, Bartenus, A Thousand Lines, and other poems. By Martin F. Tupper. A new Edition, enlarged and revised |
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II.— PSALM XIX.
Heaven declares its Maker's glory,
And the firmanent His might;
Day to day the wondrous story
Echoes on, and night to night;
All is silence, yet Creation
Knows and hears that voiceless speech
Which to every tribe and nation
Doth their Maker's glory teach.
And the firmanent His might;
Day to day the wondrous story
Echoes on, and night to night;
All is silence, yet Creation
Knows and hears that voiceless speech
Which to every tribe and nation
Doth their Maker's glory teach.
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From his chamber bright in heaven
Lo, the bridegroom of the earth
Gladness by his smile hath given,
And awakes the morn to mirth:
Not less full of life and pleasure
Is God's truth nor less complete;
'Tis more precious than all treasure,
Than the honeycomb more sweet.
Lo, the bridegroom of the earth
Gladness by his smile hath given,
And awakes the morn to mirth:
Not less full of life and pleasure
Is God's truth nor less complete;
'Tis more precious than all treasure,
Than the honeycomb more sweet.
It rejoices, heals, and teaches,
Ever holy, just, and good;
To the inmost feeling reaches,
And leads up the heart to God:
Warn'd by that, thy servant turneth
To the path that tends to bliss;
Yet, who all his faults discerneth?
Cleanse me, if I err in this.
Ever holy, just, and good;
To the inmost feeling reaches,
And leads up the heart to God:
Warn'd by that, thy servant turneth
To the path that tends to bliss;
Yet, who all his faults discerneth?
Cleanse me, if I err in this.
Let not pride be ruler in me,
But deliver, guide, forgive:
Thus, corruption quench'd within me,
I shall be upright and live.
Let my words and meditation,
Ever pleasing in Thy sight,
Meet with gracious acceptation,
My Redeemer and my Might!
But deliver, guide, forgive:
Thus, corruption quench'd within me,
I shall be upright and live.
Let my words and meditation,
Ever pleasing in Thy sight,
Meet with gracious acceptation,
My Redeemer and my Might!
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