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Christ: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Star unto star speaks light, and world to world Repeats the passage of the universe To God; the name of Christ-the one great word Well worth all languages in earth or Heaven.— BAILEY — Festus. 1st Sc. Heaven.

Lovely was the death Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power, He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed Manifest Godhead.— COLERIDGE — Religious Musings. L. 29.

Hail, O bleeding Head and wounded, With a crown of thorns surrounded, Buffeted, and bruised and battered, Smote with reed by striking shattered, Face with spittle vilely smeared! Hail, whose visage sweet and comely, Marred by fouling stains and homely, Changed as to its blooming color, All now turned to deathly pallor, Making heavenly hosts affeared!— ABRAHAM COLES — In Literature and

Poetry by Philip Schaff. P. 250. Translation of Passion Hymn of St. Bernard of Clairvaux.

He was the word that spake it, He took the bread and brake it; And what that word did make it, I do believe and take it.— DONNE — Divine Poems. On the

Sacrament. (In Chalmer's English Poets.) In darkness there is no choice. It is light that enables us to see the differences between things; and it is Christ that gives us light. J. C. and A. W. HARE-Guesses at Truth. Who did leave His Father's throne, To assume thy flesh and bone? Had He life, or had He none? If He had not liv'd for thee, Thou hadst died most wretchedly And two deaths had been thy fee.— HERBERT — The Church. Business.

One Name above all glorious names With its ten thousand tongues The everlasting sea proclaims, Echoing angelic songs.— KEBLE — The Christian Year. Septuagesima Sunday. St. 9.

All His glory and beauty come from within, and there He delights to dwell, His visits there are frequent, His conversation sweet, His comforts refreshing; and His peace passing all understanding.— THOMAS À KEMPIS — Imitation of Christ. Bk. II. Ch. I. Dibdin's trans.

God never gave man a thing to do concerning which it were irreverent to ponder how the Son of God would have done it.— GEORGE MACDONALD — The Marquis of Lossie. Vol. II. Ch. XVII.

The Pilot of the Galilean Lake.— P. MILTON — Lycidas. L. 109.

But chiefly Thou, Whom soft-eyed Pity once led down from Heaven To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, And, oh! still harder lesson! how to die— BISHOP PORTEUS — Death. L. 316.

In those holy fields. Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross.— Shakespeare — Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 24

And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thought; Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef. S.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. Pt. XXXVI.

His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.— EDMUND WALLER — Of Divine Love. Canto III. L. 41.