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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Our life, our strength, our joy, our all.

Sir Henry Wotton.

Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies,

Hark! his expiring groans arise!

See, how the sacred crimson tide

Flows from his hands, his feet, his side.

But life attends the deathful sound,

And flows from every bleeding wound;

The vital stream, how free it flows,

To save and cleanse his rebel foes!