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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Not his pursuing voice. E’en when thou think’st

To hide, the rustling leaves and bended grass

Confess and point the path where thou hast crept.

Congreve.

Forgot by those who in the grave abide,

And as a broken vessel past repair,

Slandered by many, fear on every side,

Who counsel take and would my life ensnare.

But Lord, my hopes on Thee are fixed: I said

Thou art my God, my days are in Thy hand;