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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And childhood lisp, with reverend air,

Its praises and its prayers to Thee.

O Thou, to whom in ancient time,

The lyre of prophet bards was strung,

To Thee, at last, in every clime,

Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.

Pierpont.

And now the assembled Hosts advance, and glow

Into a hymn as they ascend the hill,

In numbers without number, singing so.