Reginald Heber

We deny our Lord whenever, like Demas, we through love of this present world forsake the course of duty which Christ has plainly pointed out to us.

— Reginald Heber

Eternity has no gray hairs! The flowers fade, the heart withers, man grows old and dies, the world lies down in the sepulchre of ages, but time writes no wrinkles on the brow of Eternity.

— Reginald Heber

Remember that every guilty compliance with the humors of the world, every sinful indulgence of our own passions, is laying up cares and fears for the hour of darkness; and that the remembrance of ill-spent time will strew our sick-bed with thorns, and rack our sinking spirits with despair.

— Reginald Heber

When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.

— Reginald Heber

No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung,Majestic silence.

— Reginald Heber

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

— Reginald Heber

By cool Siloam's shady rillHow sweet the lily grows!

— Reginald Heber

The Son of God goes forth to war, He follows in His train.

— Reginald Heber

From Greenland's icy mountains,Their land from error's chain.

— Reginald Heber

Though every great prospect pleases,And only man is vile.

— Reginald Heber

The heathen in his blindnessBows down to wood and stone.

— Reginald Heber

Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty!God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity.

— Reginald Heber

Then on! then on! where duty leads,My course be onward still.

— Reginald Heber

Before, beside us, and aboveThe firefly lights his lamp of love.

— Reginald Heber

With drooping bells of clearest blueSo lightly trembling.

— Reginald Heber

What though the spicy breezes And only man is vile.

— Reginald Heber

Failed the bright promise of your early day?

— Reginald Heber

No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; Majestic silence!

— Reginald Heber

Beneath our feet and o'er our head Its peril every hour.

— Reginald Heber

Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb.

— Reginald Heber

Thus heavenly hope is all serene, As false and fleeting as ’t is fair.

— Reginald Heber

I see them on their winding way,About their ranks the moonbeams play.

— Reginald Heber