Say once again Thy sweet “I will!… In answer to my prayers. “Lord, if Thou wilt!”— —“I will! Rise up above thy cares!”

Out of all the reek and turmoil Of the dreadful battle-plain, Came a voice insistent, calling, Calling, calling, but in vain;— “Through Me only

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...

And we ourselves? Are our hand… Are our souls free from blame For this world-tragedy? Nay then! Like all the rest, We had relaxed our hold on higher…

Hello! Hello! Are you there? Are you there? Ah! That you? Well,— This is just to tell you That there’s trouble in the air...

Rabbi, begone! Thy powers Bring loss to us and ours. Our ways are not as Thine. Thou lovest men, we—swine. Oh, get you hence, Omnipotence,

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…

“Thy Will be done!” Let all the worlds Resound with that divinest prayer! The joyous souls redeemed from ill Know all the wonders of Thy Will;

An inconclusive peace!— A peace that would be no peace— Naught but a treacherous truce for… Of a later, greater, baser-still b… “No!”...

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

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…

Not for one single day Can I discern my way, But this I surely know,— Who gives the day, Will show the way,

centered(A Warning) “Am I my brother’s keeper?” Yes, of a truth! Thine asking is thine answer. That self-condemning cry of Cain

There is darkness still, gross dar… On this fair earth of Thine. There are prisoners still in the p… Where never a light doth shine. There are doors still bolted again…

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