I Do Not Like Thee, Doctor Fell by Tom Brown

I do not like thee, Doctor Fell,
The reason why I cannot tell;
But this I know, and know full well,
I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.

From: http://www.rhymes.org.uk/a32-i-do-not-like-thee-doctor-fell.htm

Date: 1680

By: Tom Brown (1663-1704)

From Greenland’s Icy Mountains by Reginald Heber

From Greenland’s icy mountains, from India’s coral strand;
Where Africa’s sunny fountains roll down their golden sand:
From many an ancient river, from many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver their land from error’s chain.

What though the spicy breezes blow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle;
Though every prospect pleases, and only man is vile?
In vain with lavish kindness the gifts of God are strown;
The heathen in his blindness bows down to wood and stone.

Shall we, whose souls are lighted with wisdom from on high,
Shall we to those benighted the lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation! The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth’s remotest nation has learned Messiah’s Name.

Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, and you, ye waters, roll
Till, like a sea of glory, it spreads from pole to pole:
Till o’er our ransomed nature the Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator, in bliss returns to reign.

From: http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/f/r/fromgrim.htm

Date: 1819

By: Reginald Heber (1783-1826)