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Poetry in Public Domain
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Anonymous Christian Poetry in Public Domain.

The Heavens God's Glory Do Declare (Psalm 19)

The heav'ns God's glory do declare,
the skies his hand-works preach:
Day utters speech to day, and night
to night doth knowledge teach.

There is no speech nor tongue to which
their voice doth not extend:
Their line is gone through all the earth,
their words to the world's end.

In them he set the sun a tent;
Who, bridegroom-like, forth goes
From's chamber, as a strong man doth
to run his race rejoice.

From heav'n's end is his going forth,
circling to th' end again;
And there is nothing from his heat
that hidden doth remain.

God's law is perfect, and converts
the soul in sin that lies:
God's testimony is most sure,
and makes the simple wise.

The statutes of the Lord are right,
and do rejoice the heart:
The Lord's command is pure, and doth
light to the eyes impart.

Unspotted is the fear of God,
and doth endure for ever:
The judgments of the Lord are true
and righteous altogether.

They more than gold, yea, much fine gold,
to be desired are:
Than honey, honey from the comb
that droppeth, sweeter far.

Moreover, they thy servant warn
how he his life should frame:
A great reward provided is
for them that keep the same.

Who can his errors understand?
O cleanse thou me within
From secret faults. Thy servant keep
from all presumptuous sin:

And do not suffer them to have
dominion over me:
Then, righteous and innocent,
I from much sin shall be.

The words which from my mouth proceed,
the thoughts sent from my heart,
Accept, O Lord, for thou my strength
and my Redeemer art.

Anonymous Christian Poetry
Public Domain

 

The First Noel

The first Noel the angel did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;
In fields where they lay tending their sheep,
On a cold winter’s night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the east, beyond them far;
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

And by the light of that same star
Three Wise Men came from country far;
To seek for a King was their intent,
And to follow the star wherever it went.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

This star drew nigh to the northwest,
Over Bethlehem it took its rest;
And there it did both stop and stay,
Right over the place where Jesus lay.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

Then did they know assuredly
Within that house the King did lie;
One entered it them for to see,
And found the Babe in poverty.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

Then entered in those Wise Men three,
Full reverently upon the knee,
And offered there, in His presence,
Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

Between an ox stall and an ass,
This Child truly there He was;
For want of clothing they did Him lay
All in a manger, among the hay.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord;
That hath made Heaven and earth of naught,
And with His blood mankind hath bought.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

If we in our time shall do well,
We shall be free from death and hell;
For God hath prepared for us all
A resting place in general.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.

Anonymous Christian Poetry
Public Domain

The Lord's My Light (Psalm 27)

The Lord's my light and saving health,
who shall make me dismayed?
My life's strength is the Lord, of whom
then shall I be afraid?

When as mine enemies and foes,
most wicked persons all,
To eat my flesh against me rose,
they stumbled and did fall.

Against me though an host encamp,
my heart yet fearless is:
Though war against me rise, I will
be confident in this.

One thing I of the Lord desired,
and will seek to obtain,
That all days of my life I may
within God's house remain;

That I the beauty of the Lord
behold may and admire,
And that I in his holy place
may rev'rently enquire.

For he in his pavilion shall
me hide in evil days;
In secret of his tent me hide,
and on a rock me raise.

And now, ev'n at this present time,
mine head shall lifted be
Above all those that are my foes,
and round encompass me:

Therefore unto his tabernacle
I'll sacrifices bring
Of joyfulness; I'll sing, yea, I
to God will praises sing.

O Lord, give ear unto my voice,
when I do cry to thee;
Upon me also mercy have,
and do thou answer me.

When thou didst say, seek ye my face,
then unto thee reply
Thus did my heart, above all things
thy face, Lord, seek will I.

Far from me hide not thou thy face;
put not away from thee
Thy servant in thy wrath: thou hast
an helper been to me.

O God of my salvation,
leave me not, nor forsake:
Though me my parents both should leave,
the Lord will me up take.

O Lord, instruct me in thy way,
to me a leader be
In a plain path, because of those
that hatred bear to me.

Give me not to mine enemies' will;
for witnesses that lie
Against me risen are, and such
as breathe out cruelty.

I fainted had, unless that I
believed had to see
The Lord's own goodness in the land
of them that living be.

Wait on the Lord, and be thou strong,
and he shall strength afford
Unto thine heart; yea, do thou wait,
I say, upon the Lord.

Anonymous Christian Poetry
Public Domain

The Lord's My Shepherd (Psalm 23)

The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want.
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green: he leadeth me
the quiet waters by.

My soul he doth restore again;
and me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
ev'n for his own name's sake.

Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale,
yet will I fear none ill:
For thou art with me; and thy rod
and staff me comfort still.

My table thou hast furnished
in presence of my foes;
My head thou dost with oil anoint,
and my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my life
shall surely follow me:
And in God's house for evermore
my dwelling-place shall be.

Anonymous Christian Poetry
Public Domain

 

The Strife is O'er, The Battle Done

The strife is o’er, the battle done;
The victory of life is won;
The song of triumph has begun: Alleluia!

The powers of death have done their worst;
But Christ their legions hath dispersed;
Let shouts of holy joy outburst: Alleluia!

The three sad days are quickly sped;
He rises glorious from the dead;
All glory to our risen Head! Alleluia!

He closed the yawning gates of hell;
The bars from heaven’s high portals fell;
Let hymns of praise His triumphs tell! Alleluia!

Lord, by the stripes which wounded Thee,
From death’s dread sting Thy servants free,
That we may live, and sing to Thee: Alleluia!

Anonymous Christian Poetry
Translation by Francis Pott
Public Domain

 

To Render Thanks Unto the Lord

To render thanks unto the Lord
it is a pleasing thing,
And to thy name, O thou most High,
due praise aloud to sing.
Thy loving-kindness to show forth
when shines the morning light;
And to declare thy faithfulness
with pleasure every night.

On a ten string-ed*** instrument,
upon the psaltery,
And on the harp with solemn sound,
and grave sweet melody.
For thou, Lord, by thy mighty works
have made my heart right glad;
And I will triumph in the works
which by thine hands were made.

How great, Lord, are thy works!
Each thought of thine how deep it is:
A brutish man it know-eth not;
fools understand not this.
It is that they for ever may
destroy-ed*** be and slain;
But thou, O Lord, are the most High,
forever to remain.

Those that within the house of God
are planted by his grace,
They shall grow up, and flourish all
in our God's holy place.
To show that upright is the Lord:
he is a rock to me;
And he from all unrighteousness
is altogether free.

Anonymous Christian Poetry
Public Domain

 

Trust in God

"He causeth the vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth; he maketh lightnings for the rain; he bringeth the wind out of his treasuries. Psalm 135:7"

Our God who reignest up on high,
Though lightnings flash across the sky,
And howling tempests hurry by,
We fear not these, for Thou art nigh
To all who trust in Thee.

Though now the sky is overcast,
And heavy rains are falling fast,
And storm and sleet go driving past,
And day by day the moaning blast
Sweeps dead leaves from the tree,

November time, that seems so drear,
When days are dark and winter near,
Will pass at length, and Christmas cheer
The last hours of the dying year
With song and dance and mirth.

And in due time Thy mighty power
Will give the spring, with sun and shower,
The opening leaf, the early flower,
And birds in every woodland bower
Will sing to gladden earth.

Christian Poetry by Anonymous
Public Domain

 

We Praise You, O God

We praise you, O God, our Redeemer, Creator;
In grateful devotion our tribute we bring.
We lay it before you, we kneel and adore you;
We bless your holy name, glad praises we sing.

We worship you, God of our fathers, we bless you;
Through trial and tempest our guide you have been.
When perils over take us, you will not forsake us,
And with your help, O Lord, our struggles we win.

With voices united our praises we offer
And gladly our songs of thanksgiving we raise.
With you, Lord, beside us, your strong arm will guide us.
To you, our great Redeemer, forever be praise!

Anonymous Christian Poetry
Translation by Julia Bulkley Cady Cory
Public Domain

 

Your Heavenly Father Feedeth Them

"Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they? Matt. 6:26"

God loves His little birds; for all
His tender care He shows;
A single sparrow cannot fall
But its Creator knows.

They do not sow, nor reap the corn,
Garner nor barn have they;
God gives them breakfast every morn,
And feeds them through the day.

And this we know; for in His Word,
Where all His ways we read,
We find that every little bird
He cares for, and will feed.

God loves each little bird; but still
More tender is His care
For children who obey His will,
Than for the fowls of air.

Christian Poetry by Anonymous
Public Domain

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