James Montgomery Quotations

The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.

Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?

Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.

Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.

Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.

Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.

Tis human actions paint the chart of time.

Friend after friend departs; who hath not lost a friend?There is no union here of hearts that hath not here its end.

Friend after friend departs; who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts that hath not here its end.

I would urge you not to speak to anyone except law enforcement or your attorney.

A lot of the schools are still coming pretty hard.

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.

Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.

Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past.

Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?

The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.

Time is eternity begun.

Nature's prime favourites were the Pelicans; High-fed, long-lived, and sociable and free.

If God hath made this world so fair, Where sin and death abound, How beautiful beyond compare Will paradise be found!

A mother's love — how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? — A noble, pure and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould; The warmest love that can grow cold; This is a mother's love.

Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.

When evening closes Nature's eye, The glow-worm lights her little spark To captivate her favorite fly And tempt the rover through the dark.

Songs of praise the angels sang, Heav'n with alleluias rang, when creation was begun, when God spoke and it was done.

When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).

Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.

The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.

Prayer moves the arm Which moves the world, And brings salvation down.

Baptize the nations! far and nigh,The triumphs of the cross recordThe name of Jesus glorify,Till every people call Him Lord.

Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.

Gashed with honourable scars,Low in Glory's lap they lie;Though they fell, they fell like stars,Streaming splendour through the sky.

There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.

Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.

Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.

While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn.

There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.

When to the cross I turn my eyes,And rest on Calvary,O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,I must remember Thee.

Hymns should have unity,graduation and mutual dependence in the thoughts,a conscious progress,a sense of completeness..and be easily understood.

To-morrow — oh, 'twill never be, If we should live a thousand years! Our time is all to-day, to-day, The same, though changed; and while it flies With still small voice the moments say: "To-day, to-day, be wise, be wise.

We fought the Revolutionary War for no taxation without representation, it seems to me that we are much worse off today, because we are heavily taxed, and only the king's corporations control this Country, together with mob rule, of the special interests.

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.

There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.