See! he sinks Without a word; and his ensanguined bier Is vacant in the west, while far and near Behold! each coward shadow eastward shrinks, Thou dost not strive, O sun, nor dost thou cry Amid thy cloud-built streets. - Rev. Frederick William Faber,

Rev. Frederick William Faber

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Labour itself is but a sorrowful song, The protest of the weak against the strong.

— Rev. Frederick William Faber

Ye Heavens, how sang they in your courts, How sang the angelic choir that day, When from his tomb the imprisoned God, Like the strong sunrise, broke away?

— Rev. Frederick William Faber

For right is right, since God is God, And right the day must win; To doubt would be disloyalty, To falter would be sin.

— Rev. Frederick William Faber

Ye Heavens, how sang they in your courts, How sang the angelic choir that day, When from his tomb the imprisoned God, Like the strong sunrise, broke away?

— Rev. Frederick William Faber

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If I may use such a word when I am speaking of religious subjects, it is by voice and words that men 'mesmerize' each other. Hence it is that the world is converted by the voice of the preacher.

— Frederick William Faber

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