James Montgomery

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

James Montgomery Poems

1. A Cry From South Africa 1/3/2003
2. A Poor Wayfaring Man Of Grief 1/3/2003
3. A Sweet Landscape 4/15/2010
4. All Ye Nations, Praise The Lord, 4/15/2010
5. Almighty Spirit, Now Behold 1/3/2003
6. An Indian Mother About To Destroy Her Child 4/15/2010
7. Angels From The Realms Of Glory 5/9/2012
8. Arnold Von Winkelried 1/26/2015
9. Father Of Light, And Life, And Love! 4/15/2010
10. For Ever With The Lord! 4/15/2010
11. Hail To The Lord's Anointed 4/15/2010
12. Home 4/15/2010
13. How Precious Are Thy Thoughts Of Peace 4/15/2010
14. In The Hour Of Trial 1/3/2003
15. Inscription Under The Picture Of An Aged Negro-Woman 1/3/2003
16. Instruction 4/15/2010
17. Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Gates Of Brass; 4/15/2010
18. Lord, Teach Us How To Pray Aright 1/3/2003
19. Morning Thoughts 4/15/2010
20. Night 4/15/2010
21. O God! Thou Art My God Alone; 4/15/2010
22. O Spirit Of The Living God 1/3/2003
23. One Prayer I Have -- All Prayers In One, -- 4/15/2010
24. Pentecost 4/15/2010
25. People Of The Living God 1/3/2003
26. Prayer Is The Soul's Sincere Desire 1/3/2003
27. Servants Of God, In Joyful Lays 1/3/2003
28. Songs Of Praise The Angels Sang 1/3/2003
29. Sow In The Morn Thy Seed 1/3/2003
30. Stand Up And Bless The Lord 1/3/2003
31. Thank And Praise Jehovah's Name 1/3/2003
32. The Bird That Soars On Highest Wing 4/15/2010
33. The Bridal And The Burial 4/15/2010
34. The Daisy - On Finding One In Bloom On Christmas-Day 4/15/2010
35. The Field Of The World 4/15/2010
36. The Flash At Midnight 1/3/2003
37. The Laurustinus 4/15/2010
38. The Lord Is My Shepherd 1/3/2003
39. The Pelican Island 4/15/2010
40. The Prisoner To A Robin Who Came To His Window 4/15/2010
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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In The Hour Of Trial

In the hour of trial, Jesus, plead for me,
Lest by base denial I depart from Thee.
When Thou seest me waver, with a look recall,
Nor for fear or favor suffer me to fall.

With forbidden pleasures would this vain world charm,
Or its sordid treasures spread to work me harm,
Bring to my remembrance sad Gethsemane,
Or, in darker semblance, cross-crowned Calvary.

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