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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A National Prayer against the Cholera.
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A National Prayer against the Cholera.
O God! the Good, the Gracious, and the Just,
Consider Thou, and hear Thy people's prayer;
In Thee alone Thy trembling creatures trust,
And leave their sorrows to a Father's care.
Consider Thou, and hear Thy people's prayer;
In Thee alone Thy trembling creatures trust,
And leave their sorrows to a Father's care.
Through Christ who died, we live again to Thee;
Through Christ who lives, we come before Thy throne;
Though all beside in us corruption be,
The good He gives we gladly claim and own.
Through Christ who lives, we come before Thy throne;
Though all beside in us corruption be,
The good He gives we gladly claim and own.
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Now, for His sake, (Thy gift to us, our God,)
In mercy look on us, in mercy save;
Take, take away this sharp and chast'ning rod,
And leave us humbly to the good it gave.
In mercy look on us, in mercy save;
Take, take away this sharp and chast'ning rod,
And leave us humbly to the good it gave.
We would be kind to Thine own flock, the poor;
We would be wise, and temperate, and clean;
By alms be peaceful, and by prayer secure,
Trust to Thy help, and on Thy promise lean.
We would be wise, and temperate, and clean;
By alms be peaceful, and by prayer secure,
Trust to Thy help, and on Thy promise lean.
Grateful, courageous, penitent, and kind,
O thus let us Thy holy lesson learn;
Win through the body mercies on the mind,
And from this baneful plague Thy blessings earn.
O thus let us Thy holy lesson learn;
Win through the body mercies on the mind,
And from this baneful plague Thy blessings earn.
Yea, Father! let Thy wrath be overpast,
Now bid the sunshine of Thy love appear;
Sweep from the land that pestilential blast,
And haste to save us from the foe we fear!
Now bid the sunshine of Thy love appear;
Sweep from the land that pestilential blast,
And haste to save us from the foe we fear!
Who, who shall combat his mysterious might?
Who, but the “stronger than the strong man arm'd?”—
Help the poor captives in that hideous fight,
And be their terror by Thy mercy charm'd!
Who, but the “stronger than the strong man arm'd?”—
Help the poor captives in that hideous fight,
And be their terror by Thy mercy charm'd!
Heal Thou the sick; deliver Thou the whole;
Bid the fierce Angel spare, and not destroy;
With Thy salvation greet each parting soul,
And turn our sorrows into songs of joy.
Bid the fierce Angel spare, and not destroy;
With Thy salvation greet each parting soul,
And turn our sorrows into songs of joy.
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