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Earthly props are useless, On Thy grace I fall; Earthly strength is weakness, Father, on Thee I call,— For comfort, strength, and guidanc…
Lord Christ, let me but hold Thy… And all the rest may go. For nothing is, but only seems, And life is full of idle dreams, Until Thyself we know.
I saw my fellows In Poverty Street,— Bitter and black with life’s defea… Ill-fed, ill-housed, of ills compl… And I said to myself,—
Just see that we get full value Of that for which we have paid. The price has been a heavy one, But the goods are there—and we’ve… We’ve paid in our toil and our wou…
The nations are in the proving; Each day is Judgment Day; And the peoples He finds wanting Shall pass—by the Shadowy Way.
Not for one single day Can I discern my way, But this I surely know,— Who gives the day, Will show the way,
("In the evening I went for a walk to a village lately shelled by German heavy guns. Their effect was awful—ghastly. It was impossible to imagine the amount of damage done until o...
Some lives are set in narrow ways, By Love’s wise tenderness. They seem to suffer all their days Life’s direst storm and stress. But God shall raise them up at le…
Shapeless and grim, A Shadow dim O’erhung the ways, And darkened all my days. And all who saw,
Pearl Iridescent! Pearl of the se… Shimmering, glimmering Pearl of t… White in the sun-flecked Silver S… White in the moon-decked Silver S… White in the wrath of the Silver…
Every day is Judgment Day, Count on no to-morrow. He who will not, when he may, Act to-day, to-day, to-day, Doth but borrow
Unnamed at times, at times unknown… Our graves lie thick beyond the se… Unnamed, but not of Him unknown;— He knows!—He sees! And not one soul has fallen in vai…
Soul, dost thou fear For to-day or to-morrow? ’Tis the part of a fool To go seeking sorrow. Of thine own doing
Free men of God, the New Day bre… In golden gleams across the sky; The darkness of the night is past, This is the Day of Victory. For this our fathers strove,
“A red rose for my helmet, And a word before we part! The rose shall be my oriflamme The word shall fill my heart.” Heart, Heart, Heart of my heart—