The priests prescribe a sacrifice that one man's death would well suffice, the people's surety. Their sordid charges heaped on Him,...

the crisp, refreshing damp among the sedge the timeless hush of morning's primal lull the breakfasting of ducks at water's edge the...

How sweet the kindness of Your tender care! The bruiséd reed You do not break, but more its injured stem You stake and gently its...

A day of spring in winter came, an isle of warmth amid a sea of chill, like sturdy stones set fast in line to bridge a foaming torrent,...

Comes by night a fairer light, a pearl, the gentle moon; comes to light, in sable night, a star, the sailor's boon. Clouds around the...

the chill of morning creeps among the trees the waking of the world without a sound the rush of droplets rallied by the breeze the...

the chill of dawn lies heavy on the air the cool encroach of dew about my feet the sanguine blush of sunlight, warm and fair the scent of...

dear son, the day is brightening the hall I hear your sighs, your bleary eyes I see: heed now the rising morning's cheerful call see how...

dear son, the night is darkening the sky your eyes are heavy and your knees are weak: heed now the sweet and quiet lullaby the day is...

the languid evening lounges into golden-garbed repose as woods of sighing song, a chorus. seemingly disclose the rumors and the echoes of...

forever, O Lord, Your word is firmly fixed in the heavens above because You teach me Your statutes, my lips pour forth praise at midnight...

what eye has seen a little while what ear has heard ere long what heart can fully comprehend i'll go--you cannot come-- what wonders...

a sylvan holt: unseen 'mid dusky velvet shade, dapples of jade appear when morning's hands light on the bolt; myrrh, flaxen, falls in...

Foment my idle will, Thou Paraclete, And triumph o'er my cherished sins' deceit! Disperse Thy beaming rivers bright, And break this...

Up swiftly spring the flowers fair, whose scents and visage grace the air: in gaiety, my spirits light and spreading wings of joy take...

O mirror, mirror of the Word: Thy trenchant thrusts have I incurred to bare my lusts; have done with Paul! I am the vilest of them all!...

Come and see the humble King of Glory: Author and Perfecter of our faith, Laden 'neath our sin and cross, so gory, Vanquishing the power...

Sanguine-stained, the stones of Golgotha's sordid, sick, and sterile seam, somber, staved that sating scaffold whence Christ's succoring...