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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Or so great ill because of so great good,

That, bloody man to save, man’s Saviour shed his blood.

Giles Fletcher.

O, thou great Power! in whom we move,

By whom we live, to whom we die,

Behold me through thy beams of love,

Whilst on this couch of tears I lie,

And cleanse my sordid soul within

By thy Christ’s blood, the bath of sin.

No hallowed oils, no gums I need,