Henry Vaughan

O Lord, the hope of Israel, all they that
Thee shall be ashamed ;  and they that depart
Thee, shall be written in the earth, because they haveforsaken the Lord, the fountain of living waters
Heal me,

False life, a foil and no more,
Wilt thou be gone
Thou foul deception of all
That would not have the true come on

Joy of my life while left me here
And still my love
How in thy absence thou dost steer              Me from above
A life well led              This truth commends,              With quick or dead              It never ends

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ET, sacred hill
on whose fair brow My Saviour sate, shall I allow               Language to love,
And idolize some shade, or grove,

A ward, and still in bonds, one dayI stole abroad;
It was high spring, and all the
Primrosed and hung with shade;
Yet was it frost within,

I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour, Into a field, Where I sometimes had seen the soil to yield A gallant flow'r; But winter now had ruffled all the bow'r And curious store I knew there heretofore
Yet I, whose search lov'd not to peep an...

My Soul, there is a country Afar beyond the stars, Where stands a winged sentry All skillful in the wars; There, above noise and danger Sweet Peace sits, crown'd with smiles, And One born in a manger Commands the beauteous files
He is thy gra...

Love, the world's life
What a sad
Thy absence is to lose our
At once and die, is but to

Since in a land not barren still(Because Thou dost Thy grace distill)My lot is fallen, blest be Thy will
And since these biting frosts but
Some tares in me which choke or
That seed Thou sow'st, blest be Thy skill

IS a sad Land, that in one day Hath dull'd thee thus ; when death shall freeze Thy blood to ice, and thou must stay Tenant for years, and centuries ;
How wilt thou brook't
Body
I cannot tell ;

They are all gone into the world of light
And I alone sit ling’ring here;
Their very memory is fair and bright,        And my sad thoughts doth clear
It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast,    Like stars upon some gloomy grove,

Weighing the steadfastness and
Of some mean things which here below reside,
Where birds like watchful clocks the noiseless
And intercourse of times divide;