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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Let fall Thy thunder, and my tears forget,

Wage war for war, pour Thy avenging flood;

The justice which consumes me I adore.

But where to strike, O Lord? where find even yet

A spot not covered by the Saviour’s blood?

James Glassford.

’Tis midnight; and on Olive’s brow

The star is dimmed that lately shone;

’Tis midnight, in the garden, now,

The suffering Saviour prays alone.