Song-Sermon

Mercy to thee, O Lord, belongs,
For as his work thou giv'st the man.
From us, not thee, come all our wrongs;
Mercy to thee, O Lord, belongs:
With small-cord whips and scorpion thongs
Thou lay'st on every ill thy ban.
Mercy to thee, O Lord, belongs,
For as his work thou giv'st the man.

George MacDonald

George MacDonald (1824–1905) was a Scottish author, poet, and Christian minister best known for his fairy tales and fantasy novels. He was a pioneer in the fantasy genre, influencing notable writers such as C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien. His major works include "Phantastes" and "Lilith," as well as numerous poems and other literary works. MacDonald's writings are characterized by their imaginative qualities and deep spiritual insight.

George MacDonald

The Consoler - On An Engraving Of Scheffer's Christus Consolator.

George MacDonald, Simple Poetry

Lost But Safe

George MacDonald, Simple Poetry

Appeal

George MacDonald, Simple Poetry

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Translations. - A Song Of Praise. (Luther's Song-Book.)

Let God be blest, be praised, and be thanked,
Who to us himself hath granted
This his own flesh and blood to feed and save us!
May we take right what he gave us:
Lord, be merciful to us.
By thy holy body dead in shame,
Lord, which from thy mother, Mary, came,
And by thy holy blood
Ease us, Lord, from all our load:
Lord, be merciful to us.

The holy body is for us laid lowly
Down in death, that we live holy;
No greater goodness he to us could render
Than make us mind his love tender.
Lord, be merciful to us.
Lord, thy love so great was, it hath driven
Thee to death, and us great gifts hath given
Our old debt it has paid,
And God has gracious made:
Lord, be merciful to us.

God on us all his blessing free bestow now
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George MacDonald

Song-Sermon.

Lord, what is man
That thou art mindful of him!
Though in creation's van,
Lord, what is man!
He wills less than he can,
Lets his ideal scoff him!
Lord, what is man
That thou art mindful of him!

George MacDonald

Song-Sermon

In his arms thy silly lamb,
Lo, he gathers to his breast!
See, thou sadly bleating dam,
See him lift thy silly lamb!
Hear it cry, "How blest I am!
Here is love, and love is rest!"
In his arms thy silly lamb
See him gather to his breast!

George MacDonald

Translations. - The Litany. (Luther's Song-Book.)

        1. Chorus: Kyrie,            2. Chorus: Eleison.
        1. Christe,                2. Eleison.
        1. Kyrie,                    2. Eleison.
        1. O Christ,                2. Hear us!
1. Lord God, the Father in heaven,
1. Lord God, the Son, Saviour of the world,
1. Lord God, the Holy Ghost,
2. Have pity upon us.
1. Be gracious unto us.
2. Spare us, dear Lord God.
1. Be gracious unto us.
2. Help us, dear Lord God.
1. From all sins,
    From all error,
    From all evil,
2. Defend us, dear Lord God.
1. From the deceit and wiles of the devil,
    From violent, sudden death,
    From pestilence and famine,
    From war and bloodshed,
    From uproar and discord,
    From fire and flood,
    From hail and tempest,

George MacDonald

Triolet

Oh that men would praise the Lord
    For his goodness unto men!
Forth he sends his saving word,
    --Oh that men would praise the Lord!--
And from shades of death abhorred
    Lifts them up to light again:
Oh that men would praise the Lord
    For his goodness unto men!

George MacDonald

The Healer

They come to thee, the halt, the maimed, the blind,
    The devil-torn, the sick, the sore;
Thy heart their well of life they find,
    Thine ear their open door.

Ah, who can tell the joy in Palestine--
    What smiles and tears of rescued throngs!
Their lees of life were turned to wine,
    Their prayers to shouts and songs!

The story dear our wise men fable call,
    Give paltry facts the mighty range;
To me it seems just what should fall,
    And nothing very strange.

But were I deaf and lame and blind and sore,
    I scarce would care for cure to ask;
Another prayer should haunt thy door--
    Set thee a harder task.

If thou art Christ, see here this heart of mine,
    Torn, empty, moaning, and unblest!
Had ever heart more...

George MacDonald