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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Thy grace, and guide my feet into thy way.

Reveal thy sufferings, thy blood and sweat:

Short is my time; reveal thy bitter cross

To my dark eyes, all used to other sight.

Quench, O my God! all that unhallowed heat

Of former life, which now I count but loss:

Lord, thou hast ne’er despised a heart contrite.

From the Italian of Gabriel Fiamma.

Where sad contrition harbours, there the heart

Is truly acquainted with the secret smart