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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420906" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Paraphrase of Isaiah, Chap. 64</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O that Thou wouldest rend the breadth of sky, <br>That veils Thy presence from the sons of men! <br>O that, as erst Thou camest from on high <br>Sudden in strength, Thou so would'st come again! <br>Track'd out by judgments was Thy fiery path, <br>Ocean and mountain withering in Thy wrath! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then would Thy name—the Just, the Merciful— <br>Strange dubious attributes to human mind, <br>Appal Thy foes; and, kings, who spurn Thy rule, <br>Then, then would quake to hopeless doom <br>consign'd. <br>See, the stout bows, and totters the secure, <br>While pleasure's bondsman hides his head impure! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come down! for then shall from its seven bright <br>springs <br>To him who thirsts the draught of life be given; <br>Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard the things <br>Which He hath purposed for the heirs of heaven,— <br>A God of love, guiding with gracious ray <br>Each meek rejoicing pilgrim on his way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, though we err, and Thine averted face <br>Rebukes the folly in Thine Israel done, <br>Will not that hour of chastisement give place <br>To beams, the pledge of an eternal sun? <br>Yes for His counsels to the end endure; <br>We shall be saved, our rest abideth sure. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, Lord! our sins… our sins… unclean are we, <br>Gross and corrupt; our seeming-virtuous deeds <br>Are but abominate; all, dead to Thee, <br>Shrivel, like leaves when summer's green recedes; <br>While, like the autumn blast, our lusts arise, <br>And sweep their prey where the fell serpent lies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">None, there is none to plead with God in prayer <br>Bracing his laggart spirit to the work <br>Of intercession; conscience-sprung despair, <br>Sin-loving still, doth in each bosom lurk. <br>Guilt calls Thee to avenge;—Thy risen ire <br>Sears like a brand, we gaze and we expire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now, O Lord, our Father! we are Thine, <br>Design and fashion; senseless while we lay, <br>Thou, as the potter, with a Hand Divine, <br>Didst mould Thy vessels of the sluggish clay. <br>Mark not our guilt, Thy word of wrath recall, <br>we are Thine by price, Thy people all! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas for Zion! 'tis a waste;—the fair, <br>The holy place in flames;—where once our sires <br>Kindled the sacrifice of praise and prayer, <br>Far other brightness gleams from Gentile fires. <br>Low lies our pride;—and wilt Thou self-deny <br>Thy rescuing arm unvex'd amid thine Israel's cry?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Henry+Newman">John Henry Newman</a><div class=q>
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That veils Thy presence from the sons of men! 
O that, as erst Thou camest from on high 
Sudden in strength, Thou so would'st come again! 
Track'd out by judgments was Thy fiery path, 
Ocean and mount..."></div>
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