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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Sow In The Morn Thy Seed

Sow in the morn thy seed,
At eve hold not thy hand;
To doubt and fear give thou no heed,
Broadcast it o’er the land.

Thou know’st not which may thrive,
The late or early sown;
God keeps His precious seed alive,
When and wherever thrown.

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