By Nebo's lonely mountain,

Bound upon the accursed tree,
Behold this ruin ! —'twas a skull,
Bold Infidelity! turn pale and die,
Be still! be still, for all around,
Come, oh thou traveller unknown,
Close thine eyes, and sleep secure,
Come to the morning prayer,
Doth sadness in thy soul abide,

E'en now, while voiceless midnight,

Earth guard what here we lay in holy trust,

Father, by thy love and power,

Father, into thy loving hands,

Full nigh the voyage now is overpast,

Few rightly estimate the worth,

Forgive thy foes; nor what alone,

Gone was the glory of Judea's crown,

Go down unto the sea,

Heart, heart, lie still,

Hail the day that saw him rise,

How rare that task a prosperous issue finds,

It is told me I must die,

I was a wandering sheep,
I shine in the light of God,
I sojourn in a vale of tears,
It fell upon my burning cheek,
I was within a house of prayer,

In the dim recess of thy spirit's chamber,

I would not live alway― but here I would stay,

I love, and have some cause to love, the earth,
If life were fair around thee,

I cannot always trace the way,

If ever life should seem,

It is a place where poets crowned,

In every object here I see,

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It is a pleasant thought,

It was a time of sadness,

I wish you neither poverty,

It is a place where tender thought,
It was a blessed summer day,
Jesus, Saviour, Lord of Life,

Lord, thou hast given me a cell,

Lo, my shepherd's hand divine,

Lonely, oh lonely through the sands I wander,
Love's a flower that will not die,.

Look round the world - behold the chain of love,

Lord, what a change within us, one short hour,

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My God, I know too well that I must die,

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Musing of all my Father's love,

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My feet are worn and weary with the march,

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O that mine eye might closed be,
O never, never canst thou know,
On Filey bridge I sat alone,

One part, one little part we dimly scan,
O that my eyes would melt into a flood,
O thou, my soul, forget no more,
Oh, slumberer, rouse thee,

O ye, who with the silent tear,

Such is man's life, and such is wise,

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Sink, little seed, in the earth's black mould,

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Say, shall I take the thorn away,

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Softly sleep in death's cold slumber,

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She wrapped him in a little shroud,
Stupid soul, to folly cleaving,
Sleeper, awake and sing,

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The holy book, like the eighth sphere does shine,

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The songs that cheer the pilgrim's way,

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There was an eastern shepherd,

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'Tis not for man to trifle! life is brief,

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Thou art not mine upon thy sweet lip lingers,

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To weary hearts, to mourning homes,
Thou hidden love of God, whose height,

The path of sorrow, and that path alone,

The evening cloud in summer sky,
The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel,
The dead alone are great,

The sun is swiftly mounted high,

The beam-dispelling mists arise,

The ray of spiritual light upon,

Though I be poor, yet I will make hard shift,

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When on my pillowed couch, I lay,

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When once thy foot enters the church, be dumb,

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With all thy heart, with all thy soul, and mind,

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"Where is thy home?" I asked a child,

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Whence but from Heaven could men unskilled in arts, 156

Who art thou, on the midnight air,

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What dost thou, O wandering dove,

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Witty above her sexe, but that's not all,

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Whence, oh sweet Spring, whence does thy balmy air, 215

Ye who think the truth ye sow,

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You're weary, precious ones,

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