John Keble Quotes

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And help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray.

John Keble
New every morning is the love
Our wakening and uprising prove.

John Keble
Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest-- But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest.

John Keble
The trivial round, the common task,
Would furnish all we ought to ask.

John Keble
The deeds we do, the words we say,
Into still air they seem to fleet;
We count them ever past;
But they shall last —
In the dread judgment they
And we shall meet.

John Keble
Love masters agony; the soul that seemed
Forsaken feels her present God again
And in her Father's arms
Contented dies away.

John Keble
If the Church of England were to fail, it would be found in my parish.

John Keble
Sprinkled along the waste of years Full many a soft green isle appears: Pause where we may upon the desert road, Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe abode.

John Keble
Soft as Memnon's harp at morning, To the inward ear devout, Touched by light, with heavenly warning Your transporting chords ring out. Every leaf in every nook, Every wave in every brook, Chanting with a solemn voice Minds us of our better choice.

John Keble
'T is sweet, as year by year we lose
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse
How grows in Paradise our store.

John Keble
The voice that breathed o'er Eden,
That earliest wedding-day.

John Keble
Look in, and see Christ's chosen saint In triumph wear his Christ-like chain; No fear lest he should swerve or faint; "His life is Christ, his death is gain.

John Keble
Why should we faint and fear to live alone,
Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die?
Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own,
Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh.

John Keble
Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

John Keble
When the shore is won at last, Who will count the billow past?

John Keble
Thou art the Sun of other days.
They shine by giving back the rays.

John Keble
There is a book, who runs may read,
Which heavenly truth imparts,
And all the lore its scholars need,
Pure eyes and Christian hearts.

John Keble
Blessed are the pure in heart,
For they shall see our God.

John Keble
God hath sworn to lift on high Who sinks himself by true humility.

John Keble
Pride of the dewy morning, The swain's experienced eye From thee takes timely warning. Nor trusts the gorgeous sky.

John Keble