Nineteenth Sunday After Trinity Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Then Nebuchadnezzar the king was astonished and rose up in	A
haste and spake and said unto his counsellors Did not we	B
cast three men bound into the midst of the fire They	C
answered and said unto the king True O king He answered	D
and said Lo I see four men loose walking in the midst of	E
the fire and they have no hurt and the form of the fourth	F
is like the Son of God Daniel iii	G
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When Persecution's torrent blaze	H
Wraps the unshrinking Martyr's head	I
When fade all earthly flowers and bays	H
When summer friends are gone and fled	I
Is he alone in that dark hour	J
Who owns the Lord of love and power	J
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Or waves there not around his brow	K
A wand no human arm may wield	L
Fraught with a spell no angels know	M
His steps to guide his soul to shield	L
Thou Saviour art his Charmed Bower	J
His Magic Ring his Rock his Tower	J
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And when the wicked ones behold	N
Thy favourites walking in Thy light	O
Just as in fancy triumph bold	N
They deemed them lost in deadly night	O
Amazed they cry What spell is this	P
Which turns their sufferings all to bliss	P
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How are they free whom we had bound	Q
Upright whom in the gulf we cast	R
What wondrous helper have they found	Q
To screen them from the scorching blast	R
Three were they who hath made them four	S
And sure a form divine he wore	S
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E'en like the Son of God So cried	T
The Tyrant when in one fierce flame	U
The Martyrs lived the murderers died	T
Yet knew he not what angel came	U
To make the rushing fire flood seem	V
Like summer breeze by woodland stream	V
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He knew not but there are who know	M
The Matron who alone hath stood	W
When not a prop seemed left below	M
The first lorn hour of widowhood	W
Yet cheered and cheering all the while	X
With sad but unaffected smile	X
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The Father who his vigil keeps	Y
By the sad couch whence hope hath flown	Z
Watching the eye where reason sleeps	Y
Yet in his heart can mercy own	Z
Still sweetly yielding to the rod	W
Still loving man still thanking GOD	W
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The Christian Pastor bowed to earth	A2
With thankless toil and vile esteemed	W
Still travailing in second birth	A2
Of souls that will not be redeemed	W
Yet stedfast set to do his part	W
And fearing most his own vain heart	W
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These know on these look long and well	B2
Cleansing thy sight by prayer and faith	C2
And thou shalt know what secret spell	B2
Preserves them in their living death	D2
Through sevenfold flames thine eye shall see	B
The Saviour walking with His faithful Three	B

John Keble

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