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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To Thee, O God, I pray;

To Thee my withered hands arise;

To Thee I lift my failing eyes:

Oh! cast me not away!

Sir R. Grant.

Who spoke creation into birth,

Arch’d the broad heavens, and spread the rolling earth;

Who form’d a pathway for the obedient sun,

And bade the seasons in their circles run;

Who fill’d the air, the forest, and the flood,