Thou who art Lord of all the tender pities,
Mercy incarnate, human and divine,
How could we write Thy Name upon these cities
Wherein Thy children live like herded swine?Would not those eyes that saw their angels gazing
Into the brightness of the Father's face
Turn on this slum, with love and fury blazing,
Shriveling our souls with shame of such a place?"Where are My children, those the Father gave you?
What have you done with babes that bore My Name?
Was it for this I suffered so to save you?
Must I for ever burn for you in shame?"
... G. A. Studdert Kennedy
Spirit divine, attend our prayers.
And make this house thy home;
Descend with all thy gracious powers;
O come, great spirit, come!Come as the light; to us reveal
Our emptiness and woe;
And lead us in the paths of life
Where all the righteous go.Come as the wind: sweep clean away
What dead within us lies,
And search and freshen all our souls
With living energies.Come as the fire: and purge our hearts
Like sacrificial flame;
Let our whole soul as offering be
To our redeemer's name.Spirit divine, attend our prayers,
Make a lost world thy home;
Descend with all thy gracious powers:
O come, great Spirit, come!
... Andrew Reed, 1829
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more, must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms, can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then?One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more: Death, thou shalt die.
... John Donne
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