James Montgomery

(4 November 1771 – 30 April 1854 / Irvine in Ayrshire)

James Montgomery Poems

1. The Scene Around Me Disappears 5/9/2012
2. Angels From The Realms Of Glory 5/9/2012
3. Arnold Von Winkelried 1/26/2015
4. There Is A Calm For Those Who Weep, 4/15/2010
5. To The Autumn 4/15/2010
6. The Bridal And The Burial 4/15/2010
7. The Field Of The World 4/15/2010
8. The Laurustinus 4/15/2010
9. The Prisoner To A Robin Who Came To His Window 4/15/2010
10. The Valentine Wreath 4/15/2010
11. The Flash At Midnight 1/3/2003
12. To The Temple I Repair 1/3/2003
13. There Is A Calm For Those Who Weep - 2 4/15/2010
14. Twilight 4/15/2010
15. The Recluse 4/15/2010
16. The Pelican Island 4/15/2010
17. The Bird That Soars On Highest Wing 4/15/2010
18. Thee Will I Praise, O Lord, In Light, 4/15/2010
19. The Visible Creation 4/15/2010
20. What Is Prayer? 4/15/2010
21. The Sunflower 4/15/2010
22. Stand Up And Bless The Lord 1/3/2003
23. Songs Of Praise The Angels Sang 1/3/2003
24. Home 4/15/2010
25. How Precious Are Thy Thoughts Of Peace 4/15/2010
26. Almighty Spirit, Now Behold 1/3/2003
27. Inscription Under The Picture Of An Aged Negro-Woman 1/3/2003
28. When Jesus Left His Father's Throne 1/3/2003
29. Night 4/15/2010
30. The Daisy - On Finding One In Bloom On Christmas-Day 4/15/2010
31. For Ever With The Lord! 4/15/2010
32. An Indian Mother About To Destroy Her Child 4/15/2010
33. Father Of Light, And Life, And Love! 4/15/2010
34. O Spirit Of The Living God 1/3/2003
35. Morning Thoughts 4/15/2010
36. Sow In The Morn Thy Seed 1/3/2003
37. The Lord Is My Shepherd 1/3/2003
38. All Ye Nations, Praise The Lord, 4/15/2010
39. Hail To The Lord's Anointed 4/15/2010
40. Lord, Teach Us How To Pray Aright 1/3/2003
Best Poem of James Montgomery

A Poor Wayfaring Man Of Grief

A poor wayfaring Man of grief
Hath often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief
That I could never answer nay.
I had not power to ask his name,
Whereto he went, or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love; I knew not why.

Once, when my scanty meal was spread,
He entered; not a word he spake,
Just perishing for want of bread.
I gave him all; he blessed it, brake,
And ate, but gave me part again.
Mine was an angel’s portion then,
For while I fed with eager haste,
The crust was manna to my taste.

I ...

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To The Temple I Repair

To Thy temple I repair;
Lord, I love to worship there
When within the veil I meet
Christ before the mercy seat.

I through Him am reconciled,
I through Him become Thy child.
Abba, Father, give me grace
In Thy courts to seek Thy face.

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