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JMJames Montgomery

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James Montgomery

Life dates: 1771 AD — 1854 AD

Listed in the author section of Bartlett’s ninth-edition anthology, in the linked 1905 printing. Dates reflect that historical edition and may differ from modern scholarship.

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Quotations and sayings

01c. 1812 AD
From Adam to his youngest heir, Not one shall ’scape that muster-roll; Each, as if he alone were there, Shall stand, and win, or lose his soul: These from the Judge’s presence, go Down into everlasting woe; Vengeance hath barred the gates of hell— The scenes within no tongue can tell. But lo! far off, the righteous pass To glory; from the king’s right hand, In silence, on the sea of glass, Heaven’s numbers without number stand, While He who bore the cross, lays down His priestly robe and victor crown; The mediatorial reign complete, All things are put beneath His feet.
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02c. 1812 AD
Strange scenes, strange men, untold, untried distress; Pain, hardships, famine, cold, and nakedness, Diseases; death, in every hideous form, On shore, at sea, by fire, by flood, by storm; Wild beasts, and wilder men:—unmoved with fear, Health, comfort, safety, life they count not dear, May they but hope a Saviour’s love to show, And warn one spirit from eternal woe: Nor will they faint, nor can they strive in vain, Since thus—to live is Christ, to die is gain.
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04c. 1812 AD
Hark! What petty pulses, beating, Spring new moments into light; Every pulse, its stroke repeating, Sends its moment back to night; Yet not one of all the train Comes uncall’d, or flits in vain. In the highest realms of glory Spirits trace, before the throne, On eternal scrolls, the story Of each little moment flown; Every deed, and word, and thought, Through the whole creation wrought. Were the volume of a minute Thus to mortal sight unroll’d, More of sin and sorrow in it, More of man, might we behold, Than on history’s broadest page In the reliques of an age.
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05c. 1812 AD
Silently, swift as the lightning’s blast, A hand of fire across his temples passed; He ran, as in the terror of a dream, To quench his burning anguish in the stream; But, bending o’er the brink, the swelling wave Back to his eye the branded visage gave; As soon on murdered Abel durst he look: Yet power to fly his palsied limbs forsook; There turned to stone, for his presumptuous crime, A monument of wrath to latest time, Might Cain have stood; but mercy raised his head In prayer for help,—his strength returned, he fled.
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06c. 1812 AD
The God of nature and of grace In all His work appears; His goodness through the earth we trace, His grandeur in the spheres. Behold this fair and fertile globe, By Him in wisdom planned; ’Twas He who girded, like a robe, The ocean round the land. Lift to the firmament your eye, Thither His path pursue; His glory boundless as the sky, O’erwhelms the wandering view. The forests in His strength rejoice, Hark! on the evening breeze, As once of old, the Lord God’s voice Is heard among the trees. His blessings fall in plenteous showers Upon the lap of earth, That teems with foliage, fruit, and flowers, And rings with infant mirth. If God hath made the world so fair, Where sin and death abound; How beautiful, beyond compare, Will Paradise be found!
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09c. 1812 AD
Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thine hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed,— Broad-cast it o’er the land. Beside all waters sow, The highway furrows stock; Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, Scatter it on the rock. The good, the fruitful ground, Expect not here nor there; O’er hill and dale, by plots ’tis found; Go forth, then, everywhere. Thou know’st not which may thrive, The late or early sown; Grace keeps the precious germs alive, When and wherever strown. And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length. Thou canst not toil in vain; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain, For garners in the sky. Thence, when the glorious end, The day of God is come, The angel-reapers shall descend, And heaven cry, “Harvest home!”
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