#EnglishWriters
Better in bitterest agony to lie, Before Thy throne, Than through much increase to be l… And stand alone. Better by one sweet soul, constant…
Is your place a small place? Tend it with care!— He set you there. Is your place a large place? Guard it with care!—
What shall we be like when We cast this earthly body and atta… To immortality? What shall we be like then? Ah, who shall say
As It was in the Beginning,— Is Now,— And...? “No room! No room!
"Comfort ye, my people!" Saith your God,-- "And be ye comforted! And--be--ye--comforted!" Roughly my plough did plough you,
Thank God for Peace! Up to the sombre sky Rolled one great thankful sigh, Rolled one great gladsome cry— The soul’s deliverance of a mighty…
Britain! Our Britain! uprisen in… Of your white wrath at treacheries… Roused from your sleep, become onc… Of those high things which make li… Now, God be thanked for even such…
God is a zealous pruner, For He knows— Who, falsely tender, spares the kn… But spoils the rose.
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…
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,—
The good intent of God became the… And lived on earth—the Living Lov… That men might draw to closer touc… Since Christ in all the ways of m…
Where are all the young men? There are only grey-heads here. What has become of the young men? centered* * * * * * * This is the young men’s year!
I have been tried, Tried in the fire, And I say this, As the result of dire distress, And tribulation sore—
With the thirty pieces of silver, They bought the Potter’s Field; For none would have the blood-mone… And the interest it might yield. The Place of Blood for the Price…
Singing, she washed Her baby’s clothes, And, one by one, As they were done, She hung them in the sun to dry,