This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 Excerpt: ... spoil God's holy Dove; And Judas with a traitor's kiss, Sold, sold incarnate love. "O mighty Shepherd, loose Thy fire! O blast these men with righteous ire!" Ah, no! like patient lamb He goes To meet the outstretched knife; To save His foes the Shepherd dies, And yields His precious life. "The Shepherd loves the sheep ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1869 Excerpt: ... spoil God's holy Dove; And Judas with a traitor's kiss, Sold, sold incarnate love. "O mighty Shepherd, loose Thy fire! O blast these men with righteous ire!" Ah, no! like patient lamb He goes To meet the outstretched knife; To save His foes the Shepherd dies, And yields His precious life. "The Shepherd loves the sheep," said He, "For them He gives His life most free." He seeks no help, though faint with toil, His eye with sorrow dim; The only swords which gleam around. Are such as point at Him. "Let them reach here "--He showed His heart; "My sheep must live--I bear their smart." From heaven's own plains He could have called His warrior cohorts down; But love all silent closed His lips, And wove His thorny crown. With flowing blood His brow is wet, O who such love can e'er forget? And shall we, Lord, who know Thy love, And by Thy blood are free, Mistake the savage Priest of Rome, O gentle Lord for Thee--. Behold this hireling lifted high, And not pronounce his claims--a lie? O Shepherd now enthroned in light, O come in glory clad; Clothed in the panoply of truth, And make Thine armies glad. O smite this bold usurper down, That dares to grasp Thy regal crown! SPRING. ESPONSIVE to the sun's bright rays Spring opes her long closed eyes, From winter's cold and stern embrace With songs of joy she flies; Her locks dishevelled by the blast In graceful waves now fall, While birds and flowers all joyful wake In answer to her call. To where the woodland glades have slept Through many a cold, dark night, To where the gardens long have wept Her absence and her flight; With laughing eyes and tripping feet, And garland round her brow, She hastens on with pleasant song, All sorrow banished now. Sweet scents she flings upo...
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