Poems original and translated By John Herman Merivale ... A new and corrected edition with some additional pieces |
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[Almighty God! before Thy Throne] |
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[Almighty God! before Thy Throne]
Almighty God! before Thy Throne
We kneel for grace to cast away
The robes of darkness, and put on
The armour of eternal day;
Even now, in life's meridian way,
The spring-tide of our mortal prime,
Or e'er we sink in swift decay,
And nature's doom is seal'd by Time.
We kneel for grace to cast away
The robes of darkness, and put on
The armour of eternal day;
Even now, in life's meridian way,
The spring-tide of our mortal prime,
Or e'er we sink in swift decay,
And nature's doom is seal'd by Time.
Even now, to this benighted clime
When Thine own Son, in humble strain
Descending, left his seat sublime
To help us, struggling with our chain:
That, when he shall return again
The judge of quick and dead to be,
We may, through His great love, attain
A glorious immortality.
When Thine own Son, in humble strain
Descending, left his seat sublime
To help us, struggling with our chain:
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The judge of quick and dead to be,
We may, through His great love, attain
A glorious immortality.
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