Reginald Heber Quotes

With drooping bells of clearest blue Thou didst attract my childish view, Almost resembling The azure butterflies that flew Where on the heath thy blossoms grew So lightly trembling.

Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.

No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung,Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.Majestic silence.

By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows!

Eternity has no gray hairs! The flowers fade, the heart withers, man grows old and dies, the world lies down in the sepulchre of ages, but time writes no wrinkles on the brow of Eternity.

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid. Star of the east the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.

Then on! then on! where duty leads,My course be onward still.

Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower.

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee.

Thus heavenly hope is all serene,But earthly hope, how bright soe'er,Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene,As false and fleeting as 't is fair.

We deny our Lord whenever, like Demas, we through love of this present world forsake the course of duty which Christ has plainly pointed out to us.