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

The flowers of Spring may wither, the hope of Summer fade, The Autumn droop in Winter, the birds forsake the shade; The winds be lull'd—the Sun and M…

- Reginald Heber

When Spring unlocks the flowers To paint the laughing soil; When summer's balmy breezes Refresh the mower's toil; When winter holds in frosty chains …

- Reginald Heber

The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the shade; The winds that sweep the mountain or lull the drowsy glade; The Sun that from his amb…

- Reginald Heber

The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.

- Reginald Heber

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee.

- Reginald Heber

Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.

- Reginald Heber

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid. Star of the east the horizon adorning, Guide where …

- Reginald Heber

Bread of the world, in mercy broken, Wine of the soul, in mercy shed, By whom the words of life were spoken, And in whose death our sins are dead: Lo…

- Reginald Heber