SONGS OF PRAISE, POEMS OF DEVOTION IN THE CHRISTIAN CENTURIES

WITH AN INTRODUCTION

BY HENRY COPPEE,

PROFESSOR OF ENGLISH LITERATURE IN THE UΝΙVΕRSITY OF PENNSYLVANIA.

PHILADELPHIA:

PUBLISHED BY E. H. BUTLER & CO.

1866.

CASTLES

Let them that would build castles in the air Vault thither, without step or stair, Instead of feet to climb, take wings to fly, And think their turret's top the…

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THE CURATE

NEAR yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden-flower grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion…

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AUDI, TELLUS, AUDI

(Advent Hymn Of The Eleventh Century.) HEAR, Earth, hear God's decree, Cave of the mighty sea! Hear, man! hear every one Dwelling beneath the sun! It Cometh! it is near.…

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SUNDAY

O DAY most calm, most bright! The fruit of this, the next world's bud; Th’ indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a Friend, and with His blood; The couch of…

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STRIVE

Strive, when thou art called of God, When He draws thee by His grace, Strive to cast away the load That would clog thee in the race! Fight, though it…

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THE SILENT TOWER

TINTADGEL bells ring o'er the tide! The boy leans on his vessel side, — He hears that sound, and dreams of home Soothe the wild orphan of the foam. "Come…

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A WREATH

A WREATHED garland of deservéd praise, Of praise deservéd, unto Thee I give; I give to Thee, who knowest all my ways, My crooked winding ways, wherein I live. Wherein…

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STABAT MATER DOLOROSA

At the cross her station keeping, Stood the mournful mother weeping, Where He hung, the dying Lord; For her soul, of joy bereaved, Bowed with anguish, deeply grieved. Felt the…

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THE GOD OF LOVE

The God of love my Shepherd is, And He that doth me feed; While He is mine, and I am His, What can I want or need? He leads me…

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JERUSALEM

JERUSALEM, thou City blest! Dear vision of celestial rest, Which far above the starry sky, Piled up with living stones on high, Art, as a Bride, encircled bright With million…

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