A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations / Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.

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The God of mercy walks His round

From day to day, from year to year,

And warns us each with awful sound,

“No longer stand ye idle here.”

Ye, whose young cheeks are rosy bright,

Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are clear,

Waste not of youth the morning light,

Oh fools, why stand ye idle here?

And ye, whose scanty locks of grey