Charles Spurgeon

These poems were in his sermons or book, I'm not sure if all are his or not.

"His thoughts are high, his love is wise,
His wounds a cure intend;
And though he does not always smile,
He loves unto the end."

 

"Oh, gift of gifts! Oh, grace of faith!
My God, how can it be
That thou, who has discerning love,
Shouldst give that gift to me!
How many hearts thou mightst have had
More innocent than mine!
How many souls more worthy far
Of that pure touch of thine!
Ah, Grace! into unlikeliest hearts
It is thy boast to come;
The glory of thy light to find
In darkest spots a home."

 

"Dare to be a Daniel,
Dare to stand alone;
Dare to have a purpose true,
Dare to make it known."

 

"Jesus, I my cross have taken,
Abraham's Prompt Obedience to the Call of God
All to leave and follow thee,
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be."

 

"He everywhere hath sway,
And all things serve his might;
His every act pure blessing is,
His path unsullied light."

 

"Father, I long, I faint to see
The place of thine abode;
I'd leave thine earthly courts and flee
Up to thy house, my God,"

 

 

"Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on thee.
Job says that the poor man clings to the rock for shelter, and that poor man is blessed who remains in that position, evermore clinging to that Rock of his salvation.
For ever here my rest shall be,
Close to thy wounded side;
This all my trust and all my plea,
For me the Saviour died."

 

"O Jesus! sweet the tears I shed,
While at Thy feet I kneel,
Gaze on Thy wounded, fainting head,
And all Thy sorrows feel.
My heart dissolves to see Thee bleed,
This heart so hard before;
I hear Thee for the guilty plead,
And grief o'erflows the more.
'Twas for the sinful Thou didst die,
And I a sinner stand:
Convinc'd by Thine expiring eye,
Slain by Thy pierced hand."

 

"Oh that I could believe,
Then all would easy be;
I would, but cannot; Lord, relieve,
My help must come from thee."

 

"While I view Thee, wounded, grieving,
Breathless on the cursed tree,
Lord, I feel my heart believing
That Thou suffer'dst thus for me."

 

"The more thy glories strike my eyes,
The humbler I shall lie."

 

"Philosophers have measured mountains,
Fathomed the depths of seas, of states, and kings,
Walked with a staff to Heaven, and traced fountains:
But there are two vast spacious things,
The which to measure it doth more behove:
Yet few there are that sound them: Grace and Love."

 

"Why art thou afraid to come,
And tell him all thy ease?
He will not pronounce thy doom,
Nor frown thee from his face.
Wilt thou fear Immanuel?
Or dread the Lamb of (God,
Who, to save thy soul from hell,
Has shed his precious blood?"

 

"The moment a sinner believes,
And trusts in his crucified God,
His pardon at once he receives,
Redemption in full through his blood."

 

"No outward forms can make me clean,
The leprosy lies deep within."

 

"Great God, the treasures of thy love
Are everlasting mines,
Deep as our helpless miseries are,
And boundless as our sins."

 

"Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
More than all in thee I find."

 

"Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste he fled,
Entered the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead."

"See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?"

 

"Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
All in All in thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,

Heal the sick, and lead the blind."