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The trivial round, the common task,Would furnish all we ought to ask.
John Keble -
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 own,Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh.
John Keble
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'T is sweet, as year by year we loseFriends out of sight, in faith to museHow grows in Paradise our store.
John Keble -
Abide with me from morn til eve,For without Thee I cannot live;Abide with me when night is nigh,For without Thee I dare not die.
John Keble -
Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear,It is not night if Thou be near;Oh, may no earth-born cloud ariseTo hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.
John Keble -
Love masters agony; the soul that seemedForsaken feels her present God againAnd in her Father's armsContented dies away.
John Keble -
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 judgment theyAnd we shall meet.
John Keble