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John Oxenham

John Oxenham

All’s Well!

   Is the pathway dark and dreary?
   God’s in His heaven!
   Are you broken, heart-sick, weary?
   God’s in His heaven!
   Dreariest roads shall have an ending,
   Broken hearts are for God’s mending.
           All’s well! All’s well!
               All’s... well!
 
   Are life’s threads all sorely tangled?
   God’s in His heaven!
   Are the sweet chords strained and jangled?
   God’s in His heaven!
   Tangled threads are for Love’s fingers,
   Trembling chords make heaven’s sweet singers.
           All’s well! All’s well!
               All’s... well!
 
   Is the burden past your bearing?
   God’s in His heaven!
   Hopeless?—Friendless?—No one caring?
   God’s in His heaven!
   Burdens shared are light to carry,
   Love shall come though long He tarry.
           All’s well! All’s well!
               All’s... well!
 
   Is the light for ever failing?
   God’s in His heaven!
   Is the faint heart ever quailing?
   God’s in His heaven!
   God’s strong arms are all around you,
   In the dark He sought and found you.
           All’s well! All’s well!
               All’s... well!
 
   Is the future black with sorrow?
   God’s in His heaven!
   Do you dread each dark to-morrow?
   God’s in His heaven!
   Nought can come without His knowing.
   Come what may ’tis His bestowing.
           All’s well! All’s well!
               All’s... well!
 
   Peace and heaven lie all about us.
   God’s in His heaven!
   Peace within makes heaven without us.
   God’s in His heaven!
   God’s great love shall fail us never,
   We are His, and His for ever.
           All’s well! All’s well!
               All’s... well!

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Shortened Lives

To us it seemed his life was too s… Ended, indeed, while scarcely yet… God, with His clearer vision, saw… Was ready for a larger ministry. Just so we thought of Him, whose…
Weavers All

Warp and Woof and Tangle,— Weavers of Webs are we. Living and dying—and mightier dead… For the shuttle, once sped, is spe… Weavers of Webs are we.
Blinded!

You that still have your sight, Remember me!— I risked my life, I lost my eyes, That you might see. Now in the dark I go,
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The Pilgrim Way

But once I pass this way, And then—no more. But once—and then, the Silent Doo… Swings on its hinges,— Opens... closes,—
Liberty, Equality, Fraternity

O God, within whose sight All men have equal right To worship Thee. Break every bar that holds Thy flock in diverse folds!
Kapiolani In Rarotongan

Mr. F.W. Christian, of the Polynesian Society of New Zealand, whose personal acquaintance with the South Sea Islands and their dialects is unique, is translating “Kapiolani” into Ra...
Whirring Wheels

Lord, when on my bed I lie, Sleepless, unto Thee I’ll cry; When my brain works overmuch, Stay the wheels with Thy soft tou… Just a quiet thought of Thee,
Wandered

The wind blows shrill along the hi… —Black is the night and cold— The sky hangs low with its weight… And the drifts are deep on the wol… But what care I for wind or snow?
The Child Of The Maid

On Christmas Day The Child was b… On Christmas Day in the morning;— —To tread the long way, lone and l… —To wear the bitter crown of thorn… —To break the heart by man’s sins…
Policeman X. If He Would But Dare

I stood, unseen, within a sumptous… Where one clothed all in white sat… So sweet his presence that a pure… Rayed from him, and I saw—most wo… The Love of God shrined in the fl…
Freemen

Let no man stand between my God a… I claim a Free man’s right Of intercourse direct with Him, Who gave me Freedom with the air… God made me free.—
The Prince Of Life

O, Prince of Life, Thy Life hath… All life to sweeter, loftier grace… Life’s common rounds have wider bo… Since Thou hast trod life’s commo… O, Heart of Love! Thy Tenderness
The Day—The Way

Not for one single day Can I discern my way, But this I surely know,— Who gives the day, Will show the way,
A Little Te Deum For These Times

We thank Thee, Lord, For mercies manifold in these dark… For Heart of Grace that would not… For all the stirrings in the dead… For bold self-steeling to the time…
Victory Day

As sure as God’s in His Heaven, As sure as He stands for Right, As sure as the hun this wrong hath… So surely we win this fight! Then!-



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