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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Think not of rest; though dreams be sweet,

Start up, and ply your heavenward feet.

Is not God’s oath upon your head,

Ne’er to sink back on slothful bed,

Never again your loins untie,

Nor let your torches waste and die,

Till, when the shadows thickest fall,

Ye hear your Master’s midnight call?

Keble.

Hail, heavenly voice, once heard in Patmos; “Write,