Men Honoured Above Angels
Now let us join with hearts and tongues,
And emulate the angels' songs;
Yea, sinners may address their King In songs that angels cannot sing
They praise the Lamb who once was slain;
Now let us join with hearts and tongues,
And emulate the angels' songs;
Yea, sinners may address their King In songs that angels cannot sing
They praise the Lamb who once was slain;
Huge vapours brood above the clifted shore, Night o'er the ocean settles, dark and mute, Save where is heard the repercussive roar Of drowsy billows, on the rugged foot Of rocks remote; or still more distant tone Of seamen, in the anchored bark, t...
I sing the Name which None can
But touch’t with An interiour Ray:
The Name of our New Peace; our Good:
Our Blisse: and Supernaturall Blood:
Above the tower — a lone, twice-sized moon
On the cold river passing night-filled homes,
It scatters restless gold across the waves
On mats, it shines richer than silken gauze
The light in the window seemed
When you stayed in the high room for me;
It glowed above the trees through
Like my certainty