Poetry

How Lovely is Thy Dwelling Place

 * How lovely is Thy dwelling place,
 * O Lord of hosts to me!
 * The tabernacles of Thy grace
 * How pleasant, Lord, they be!


 * My thirsty soul longs ardently,
 * Yes, faints Thy courts to see;
 * My very heart and flesh cry out,
 * O living God, for Thee.


 * Behold the sparrow findeth out
 * A house wherein to rest;
 * The swallow also, for herself,
 * Provided hath a nest.


 * E'en Thine own altars, where she safe
 * Her young ones forth may bring,
 * O Thou, almighty Lord of hosts,
 * Who art my God and King.


 * Blest are they in Thy house that dwell,
 * They ever give Thee praise,
 * Blest is the man whose strength Thou art,
 * In whose heart are Thy ways.

All Things Obey God
"He saith to the snow, Be thou on the earth. Job 37:6"


 * God's works are very great, but still
 * His hands do not appear:
 * Though heaven and earth obey His will,
 * His voice we cannot hear.


 * And yet we know that it is He
 * Who moves and governs all,
 * Who stills the raging of the sea,
 * And makes the showers fall.


 * Alike in mercy He bestows
 * The sunshine and the rain;
 * That which is best for us He knows,
 * And we must not complain.


 * Whether He makes His winds to blow,
 * And gives His tempests birth,
 * Or sends His frost, or bids the snow,
 * "Be thou upon the earth."

Fairest Lord Jesus

 * Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature,
 * O Thou of God and man the Son,
 * Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor,
 * Thou, my soul’s glory, joy and crown.


 * Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands,
 * Robed in the blooming garb of spring;
 * Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,
 * Who makes the woeful heart to sing.


 * Fair is the sunshine,
 * Fairer still the moonlight,
 * And all the twinkling starry host;
 * Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer
 * Than all the angels heaven can boast.


 * All fairest beauty, heavenly and earthly,
 * Wondrously, Jesus, is found in Thee;
 * None can be nearer, fairer or dearer,
 * Than Thou, my Savior, art to me.


 * Beautiful Savior! Lord of all the nations!
 * Son of God and Son of Man!
 * Glory and honor, praise, adoration,
 * Now and forever more be Thine.

A Young Fellow of Trinity

 * There was a young fellow of Trinity
 * Who found the square root of infinity
 * But the number of digits
 * Gave him the fidgets;
 * So he dropped Maths and took up Divinty.

Links
For more poetry see this page: