The Choir and The Oratory or Praise and Prayer. By Josiah Conder |
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FOR ALL SOULS.
Pray for all souls:—nor yet defer thy prayer
Till to its great account the soul has fled.
This is the middle state which must prepare
For heaven or hell. Pray for the living dead.
Till to its great account the soul has fled.
This is the middle state which must prepare
For heaven or hell. Pray for the living dead.
Pray for the heathen,—millions, millions held
By this world's Prince in abject vassalage.
Oh, when shall that gross darkness be dispelled
By the bright morning of the heavenly age?
By this world's Prince in abject vassalage.
Oh, when shall that gross darkness be dispelled
By the bright morning of the heavenly age?
Pray for Islām's proud slaves,—for Arab, Turk,
And Persian,—blinded by a specious lie.
Pray for the dupes of Satan's master-work,
The pseudo Church's foul idolatry.
And Persian,—blinded by a specious lie.
Pray for the dupes of Satan's master-work,
The pseudo Church's foul idolatry.
Pray for the dead who have a name to live,
The Christian heathen, orthodox profane.
Ask for thy brother life, and God will give
The prayed-for boon, nor shall thy faith be vain.
The Christian heathen, orthodox profane.
Ask for thy brother life, and God will give
The prayed-for boon, nor shall thy faith be vain.
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He who made all men, bids thee pray for all.
Prayer moves Omnipotence: prayer puts in force
The promises of Heaven: its fervent call
Can make ev'n Nature change her wonted course.
Prayer moves Omnipotence: prayer puts in force
The promises of Heaven: its fervent call
Can make ev'n Nature change her wonted course.
This Golgotha of souls, this wide-spread death,
Shall one day yield to Christ a glorious host:
These dry bones shall inhale a quickening breath.
Oh for that all-reviving Pentecost!
Shall one day yield to Christ a glorious host:
These dry bones shall inhale a quickening breath.
Oh for that all-reviving Pentecost!
Saints! to your matins, for the morning breaks.
With prayer's full might the gates of hell assail.
Pray, for the citadel of darkness shakes;
And He is with his Church who must prevail.
With prayer's full might the gates of hell assail.
Pray, for the citadel of darkness shakes;
And He is with his Church who must prevail.
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