Faith, Spirituality and Religion

And all must love the human form, In heathen, turk, or jew; Where Mercy, Love, & Pity dwell There God is dwelling too.

For Mercy has a human heart, Pity, a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness.

I’ll shade him from the heat till he can bear To lean in joy upon our Father’s knee; And then I’ll stand and stroke his silver hair, And be like him and he will then love me.

And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love, And these black bodies and this sunburnt face Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereav’d of light.

Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life and bid thee feed By the stream and o’er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright.

Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee, Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For he calls himself a Lamb. He is meek and he is mild; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by his name. Little Lamb, God bless thee! Little Lamb, God bless thee!

God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm.

Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

Oh! for a closer walk with God.

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffrey, For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving him.

Where ask is have, where seek is find, Where knock is open wide.

For adoration all the ranks Of angels yield eternal thanks, And David in the midst.

Tell them I Am, Jehovah said To Moses; while earth heard in dread, And smitten to the heart, At once above, beneath, around, All nature, without voice or sound, Replied, O Lord, Thou art.

He 2 pass’d the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire-blaze, Where angels tremble, while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.

No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.

Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.

Work as if you were to live a hundred years, Pray as if you were to die tomorrow.

And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.

Father of all! in every age, In every clime ador’d, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature’s God.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.

Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor’d mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way; Yet simple nature to his hope has giv’n, Behind the cloud-topp’d hill, an humbler heav’n.