All John Keble Quotes
- And help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray. Day
- The voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest wedding day. Breathed
- 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. Abode
- New every morning is the love Our waking and uprising prove, Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life and power and thought. Brought
- Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night if thou be near. Oh, may no earthborn cloud arise To hide thee from… Arise
- Once you make up your mind never to stand waiting and hesitating when your conscience tells you what you ought to do, and you have… Blessing
- Sweet is the smile of home; the mutual look when hearts are of each other sure. Each
- Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near. Dear
- Give us grace to listen well. Give
- The watchful mother tarries nigh, though sleep has closed her infants eyes. Closed
- As fire kindled by fire, so is the poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet. Brother
- When you find yourself overpowered, as it were, by melancholy, the best way is to go out and do something. Best
- Abide with me from morn to eve, / For without Thee I cannot live: / Abide with me when night is nigh. / For without… Abide
- Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest-- But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest. Age
- 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 Christ,… Chain
- If the Church of England were to fail, it would be found in my parish Church
- God hath sworn to lift on high Who sinks himself by true humility. God
- Sprinkled along the waste of years Full many a soft green isle appears: Pause where we may upon the desert road, Some shelter is in… Abode
- Soft as Memnon's harp at morning, To the inward ear devout, Touched by light, with heavenly warning Your transporting chords ring out. Every leaf in… Better
- When the shore is won at last, Who will count the billow past? Billow
- Pride of the dewy morning, The swain's experienced eye From thee takes timely warning. Nor trusts the gorgeous sky. Dewy
- Peace is the first thing the angels sang. Angel
- Time's waters will not ebb nor stay. Ebb