Soft as Memnon's harp at morning, To the inward ear devout, Touched by light, with heavenly warning Your transporting chords ring out.… — John Keble Copy Share Image
Love masters agony; the soul that seemed Forsaken feels her present God again And in her Father's arms Contented dies away. — John Keble Copy Share Image
The deeds we do, the words we say,Into still air they seem to fleet;We count them ever past;But they shall last -In the dread… — John Keble Copy Share Image
The watchful mother tarries nigh, though sleep has closed her infants eyes. — John Keble Copy Share Image
Blest are the pure in heart, for they shall see our God. The secret of the Lord is theirs; Their soul is Christ's abode. — John Keble Copy Share Image
Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night if thou be near. Oh, may no earthborn cloud arise To hide thee… — John Keble Copy Share Image
Once you make up your mind never to stand waiting and hesitating when your conscience tells you what you ought to do, and you… — John Keble Copy Share Image
Look in, and see Christ's chosen saint In triumph wear his Christ-like chain; No fear lest he should swerve or faint; "His life is… — John Keble Copy Share Image
Why should we faint and fear to live alone,Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die?Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our… — John Keble Copy Share Image
