GLORY.
And she named the child Ichabod, saying, The glory is departed from Israel.—I. Samuel, iv. 21.
Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, and afterward receive me to glory.—Psalm lxxiii. 24.
When the Lord shall build up Zion he shall appear in his glory.—Psalm cii. 16.
The wise shall inherit glory.—Proverbs, iii. 35.
For men to search their own glory is not glory.—Proverbs, xxv. 27.
Enter into the rock, and hide thee in the dust, for fear of the Lord, and for the glory of his majesty.—Isaiah, ii. 10.
T’ raise desert and virtue by my fortune,
Though in a low estate, were greater glory,
Than to mix greatness with a prince that owns
No worth but that name only.
Massinger.
When our souls shall leave this dwelling,
The glory of one fair and virtuous action
Is above all the scutcheons on our tomb,
Or silken banners over us.
Shirley.
This is true glory and renown, when God,
Looking on the earth, with approbation marks
The just man, and divulges him through heaven
To all his angels, who with true applause
Recount his praises: thus He did to Job,
Who famous was in heaven, on earth less known;
Where glory is false glory attributed
To things not glorious, men not worthy of fame.
They err who count it glorious to subdue
By conquest far and wide, to over-run
Large countries, and in field great battles win,
Great cities by assault; what do these worthies,
But rob and spoil, burn, slaughter, and enslave
Peaceable nations, neighbouring or remote,
Made captive, yet deserving freedom more
Than those their conquerors, who leave behind
Nothing but ruin wheresoe’er they rove,
And all the flourishing arts of peace destroy.
But if there be in glory aught of good,
It may by means far different be attain’d,
Without ambition, war, or violence;
By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent,
By patience, temperance.
Milton.
Much of the soul they talk, but all awry,
And in themselves seek virtue, and to themselves
All glory arrogate, to God give none.
Milton.
Thus the fond moth around the taper plays,
And sports and flutters in the treacherous blaze;
Ravished with joy he wings his eager flight,
Nor deems of ruin in so clear a light:
He tempts his fate, and courts a glorious doom,
A bright destruction, and a shining tomb.
Tickell.
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave,
Await alike the inevitable hour;
The path of glory leads but to the grave.
Gray.
O, that mine eye might closed be,
To what concerns me not to see;
That deafness might possess mine ear,
To what concerns me not to hear;
That Truth my tongue might always tie
From ever speaking foolishly;
That no vain thought might ever rest,
Or be conceived, in my breast;
That by each word, and deed, and thought,
Glory may to my God be brought!
Thomas Ellwood.
Lift up your heads, ye gates that long endure!
The King of Glory comes victoriously!
Who is the King of Glory? He, be sure,
The Lord, renowned in battle! This is He!
Lift up your heads, ye gates! He stands before ye;
Oh ye æonian gates, uplifted be,
And make to Him wide entrance whom adore ye.
Who is the King ye herald? who but He,
The Lord of Hosts? Who else is King of Glory?
J. A. Heraud.
Wake, arm divine! awake
Eye of the only wise!
Now for Thy glory’s sake,
Saviour and God arise!
Keble.