James Montgomery Quotes

To-morrow - oh, 'twill never be, If we should live a thousand years! Our time is all to-day, to-day, The same, though changed; and while it flies With still small voice the moments say: To-day, to-day, be wise, be wise.

Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?

Baptize the nations! far and nigh,The triumphs of the cross recordThe name of Jesus glorify,Till every people call Him Lord.

We fought the Revolutionary War for no taxation without representation, it seems to me that we are much worse off today, because we are heavily taxed, and only the king's corporations control this Country, together with mob rule, of the special interests.

'Tis human actions paint the chart of time.

If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!

Time is eternity begun.

Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.

There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.

Nature's prime favourites were the Pelicans;
High-fed, long-lived, and sociable and free.

Gashed with honourable scars,Low in Glory's lap they lie;Though they fell, they fell like stars,Streaming splendour through the sky.

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.

The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.

When evening closes Nature's eye, The glow-worm lights her little spark To captivate her favorite fly And tempt the rover through the dark.

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.

When to the cross I turn my eyes,And rest on Calvary,O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,I must remember Thee.

There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.

Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.

Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.

Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.

Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.

Songs of praise the angels sang, Heav'n with alleluias rang, when creation was begun, when God spoke and it was done.

The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.

A mother's love - how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? - A noble, pure and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould; The warmest love that can grow cold; This is a mother's love.

Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.

There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.