When the outer eye grows dim, Turns the inner eye to Him, Who makes darkness light. Fairer visions you may see, Live in nobler company,

Where are you sleeping to-night,… Above-ground—or below? The last we heard you were up at t… Holding a trench and bearing the b… But—that was a week ago.

Singing, she washed Her baby’s clothes, And, one by one, As they were done, She hung them in the sun to dry,

O Thou who standest both for God… O King of Kings, who wore no eart… O Prince of Peace, unto Thy feet… And lay our burden down. The weight had grown beyond our st…

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…

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.

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…

Hark! The drums! Muffled drums! The long low ruffle of the drums!— And every head is bowed, In the vast expectant crowd, As the Great Queen comes,—

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…

I faced a future all unknown, No opening could I see, I heard without the night wind moa… The ways were dark to me,— “I cannot face it all alone

God is; God sees; God loves; God knows. And Right is Right;

Some have much, and some have more… Some are rich, and some are poor, Some have little, some have less, Some have not a cent to bless Their empty pockets, yet possess

Stephen, who died while I stood b… Wrought in his death the making of… Bruised one hard heart to thought… Fitted one fighter for a nobler st… Stephen, the Saint, triumphant an…

God is a zealous pruner, For He knows— Who, falsely tender, spares the kn… But spoils the rose.

('Be christs!'- was one of W. T. Stead’s favourite sayings. Not ‘Be like Christ!’- but– ‘Be christs!’ And he used the word no doubt in its original meaning,- anointed, ordained, chosen....