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id: 26874
author: Toplady, Augustus
title: Rock of Ages
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  A. M. Toplady [Illustration: Page 19] [Illustration: Flowers] Naked, come to Thee for dress; Helpless look to Thee for grace; [Illustration: Page 12]


id: 10630
author: Havergal, Frances Ridley
title: Coming to the King
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  Behold Thee in Thy beauty, behold Thee face to face, Behold Thee in Thy glory and reap Thy smile of grace And be with Thee for ever, and never grieve Thee more! [Illustration] Happy are thy men, happy are these thy servants, which stand continually before Thee and that hear Thy wisdom 1 Kings X 8 Coming to the King By Frances Ridley Havergal Coming to the King.


id: 42656
author: Curtis, T. D. (Thomas Day)
title: The Cross and Crown
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  When men shall cease to worship wealth and might, And turn their backs on superstition's door; When reason lights her lamp, and equity Becomes the portion of the truly free; When Christ shall reign on earth through love and light, The rule of man and Mammon will be o'er. Or he should willingly be crucified Because good men upon the cross have died!


id: 27851
author: Gurney, Alfred
title: A Christmas Faggot
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  She knows a comfort deeper still For all who fare on pilgrimage; By suffering from age to age God seals the vassals of His Will. So the cradled child He nurses God will tranquillise.


id: 1719
author: Chesterton, G. K. (Gilbert Keith)
title: The Ballad of the White Horse
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  In the island in the river He was broken to his knee: And he read, writ with an iron pen, That God had wearied of Wessex men And given their country, field and fen, To the devils of the sea. The King went gathering Wessex men, As grain out of the chaff The few that were alive to die, Laughing, as littered skulls that lie


id: 54526
author: Various
title: Religious Poems, Selected
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  Thy day has come, not gone, Thy sun has risen, not set, Thy life is now beyond The reach of death or change; Not ended, but begun, Such shall our life be soon. I will not fear The fate provided by Thy love; Though clouds and darkness shroud me here, I know that all is bright above.


