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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I cried to Thee, O Lord; and unto the Lord I made supplication.—Psalm xxx. 8.

Let my supplication come before Thee: deliver me according to Thy word.—Psalm cxix. 170.

O my God incline Thine ear, and hear: for we do not present our supplications before Thee for our righteousnesses, but for Thy great mercies.—Daniel, ix. 18.

Oh, when Thy last frown shall proclaim

The flocks of goats to folds of flame;

And all Thy lost sheep found shall be,

Let “Come, ye blessed” then call me.

Oh, hear a suppliant heart all crush’d

And crumbled into contrite dust;

My Hope, my Fear, my Judge, my Friend,