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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HYMNARY: 318. THE VIGIL OF WHITSUNTIDE, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "o christ, who dost, our herald, rise" Last Line: And spiritm while the ages run | |||
OCHRIST, Who dost, our herald, rise Into the mansions of the skies: Call, lift us, whom Thou here dost see Prostrate and downcast, up to Thee. Make us to haste with purest love Unto the joys that are above, Undreamed of by the earthly mind: Faith can alone that treasure find. There, the reward of labours past, God gives His own Himself at last: Their all in all is He, to bless Their souls with perfect happiness. Lord, from high heaven this holy tide Send down Thy Spirit, Who shall guide Us, by His all-prevailing grace, To Thy most glorious dwelling-place. Jesu, for ever glorified Thou sittest by the Father's side; All glory be to Father, Son, And Spirit, while the ages run. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest..."'TIS MIDNIGHT, AND THE SETTING SUN" by ANONYMOUS "'TWAS ROLLOG, AND THE MINIM POTES" by ANONYMOUS 1648 : FOR COSSACKS by ANONYMOUS A CHERRY YEAR / A MERRY YEAR by ANONYMOUS A COMET FROM THE RHYMERS' CLUB AFAR by ANONYMOUS "A FOX, A FOX, UP GALLANTS TO THE FIELDS" by ANONYMOUS A HORSE AND A FLEA AND THREE BLIND MICE by ANONYMOUS "A LAIRD, A LORD / A COOPER, A THIEF" by ANONYMOUS A LITTLE COCK SPARROW SAT ON A GREEN TREE by ANONYMOUS |
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