41 Quotes by John Keble

Thou art the Sun of other days. They shine by giving back the rays.

Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night if thou be near. Oh, may no earthborn cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.

The watchful mother tarries nigh, though sleep has closed her infants eyes.

The trivial round, the common task,Would furnish all we ought to ask.

Soft as Memnon's harp at morning, To the inward ear devout, Touched by light, with heavenly warning Your transporting chords ring out. Every leaf in every nook, Every wave in every brook, Chanting with a solemn voice Minds us of our better choice.

Give us grace to listen well.

When the shore is won at last, Who will count the billow past?

New every morning is the love Our waking and uprising prove, Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life and power and thought.

Why should we faint and fear to live alone,Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die?Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own,Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh.