In Christ there is no East or We… In Him no South or North, But one great Fellowship of Love Throughout the whole wide earth. In Him shall true hearts everywhe…

Long the road, Till Love came down it! Dark the life, Till Love did crown it! Dark the life,

I hear a clear voice calling, call… Calling out of the night, O, you who live in the Light of L… Bring us the Light! We are bound in the chains of dark…

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…

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…

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?

From North and South, and East a… They come! The sorely tried, the much oppress… Their Faith and Love to manifest, They come!

Devils’ work! Devils’ work, my masters! Britain, your hands are red! You may close your heart, but you… This terrible fact,—We—kept—the—T…

Where one is, There am I,— No man goeth alone! Though he fly to earth’s remotest… Though his soul in the depths of s…

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

Down to the sea, the hungry sea, O the sea is hungry ever! Seeking food for the bairns and me… Seeking food in the hungry sea; O the sea is hungry ever!

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,

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…

We thank Thee, Lord, For all Thy Golden Silences,— For every Sabbath from the world’… For every respite from the stress… Silence of moorlands rolling to th…

Winter hung about the ways, Very loth to go. Little Spring could not get past… Try she never so. This side,—that side, everywhere,