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Bright stars of Faith and Hope, h… Shall shine for us through all the… For all her life was Love, and fe… Touch not the love that never dies… And Death itself, to her, was but
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,
We thank Thee, O our God, for th… Long fought-for, hoped-for, prayed… Thou dost cast down, and Thou upr… Thy hand doth order all our ways. Lift all our hearts to nobler life…
centered(A Warning) “Am I my brother’s keeper?” Yes, of a truth! Thine asking is thine answer. That self-condemning cry of Cain
Burden-bearers are we all, Great and small. Burden-sharers be ye all, Great and small! Where another shares the load,
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?
(Cradle Song from “The Long Road… Whisht, Baby! Whisht! Quick below the cover! Down into your nest, my bird! And—don’t—you—dare—peep—over!
To every man there openeth A Way, and Ways, and a Way. And the High Soul climbs the Hig… And the Low Soul gropes the Low, And in between, on the misty flats…
A wonderful Way is The King’s Hi… It runs through the Nightlands up… From the wonderful WAS, by the w… To the still more wonderful IS T… Runs The King’s High Way.
To lift the sombre fringes of the… To open lands long darkened to the… To heal grim wounds, to give the b… Right mightily wrought he. Forth to the fight he fared,
The spikenard was not wasted;— All down the tale of years, The fragrance of that broken alaba… Still clings to Mary’s memory, As clung its perfume sweet unto he…
Singing, she washed Her baby’s clothes, And, one by one, As they were done, She hung them in the sun to dry,
God is a zealous pruner, For He knows— Who, falsely tender, spares the kn… But spoils the rose.
Shadows are but for the moment— Quickly past; And then the sun the brighter shin… That it was overcast. For Light is Life!
Lord, when Thou seest that my wor… Let me not linger on, With failing powers, Adown the weary hours,— A workless worker in a world of wo…