The day is past and over: All thanks, O Lord, to thee! I pray thee that offenseless The hours of dark may be. O Jesu, keep me in thy sight, And save me through the coming night! The joys of day are over: I lift …
Tag: Hymns
BATTLE SONG AGAINST SATAN
Jehovah, judge my cause, Avenge me of my foe, Fight against Satan and his host: Oh, lay the strong one low! I have cast off his yoke, Renounced his cursèd sway; For this he doubly hates, and longs To seize me as his prey. To …
HOMEWARD
TO my beloved ones my steps are moving; Not hard the road that ends in love and home. Have done my eyes, have done my feet with roving; ’Tis to the well-known gate I look and come. Your watch is now on the eternal mountains; …
AUTUMN ROSES
I sing not in these songs of full-blown Summer roses, Trellised upon love’s gate, or through her garden spread, Drunk with the mystic moon, as she her eyelids closes, Resplendent at her waking from the sunrise red. Mine are but aftergrowth, such as, while Autumn …
On The Soul
Life is more than a result of organization. Consciousness, thought, feeling, are more than functions of matter. No materialist philosopher has ever been, or ever will be, able to explain within the limits of his system the strange difference between the cause and the effect; …
UPON THE LORD’S PRAYER
Our Father which in heaven art, Thy name be always hallowed; Thy kingdom come, thy will be done; Thy heavenly path be followed By us on earth as ‘tis with thee, We humbly pray; And let our bread us given be, From day to day. …
“REST IN THE LORD”
HE shed His precious blood, And this is rest. He made our peace with God, And this is rest. He died upon the tree, And this is rest. He rose again for thee, And this is rest. He lives and intercedes, And this is rest. …
MEDITATIONS UPON AN EGG
The egg’s no chick by falling from the hen; Nor man a Christian, till he’s born again. The egg’s at first contained in the shell; Men, afore grace, in sins and darkness dwell. The egg, when laid, by warmth is made a chicken, And Christ, …
REST YONDER
THIS is not my place of resting, Mine’s a city yet to come; Onwards to it I am hasting, On to my eternal home. In it all is light and glory, O’er it shines a nightless day; Every trace of sin’s sad story, All the …
SUB PONDERE CRESCIT.
Can this be he, whose morning footstep trod O’er the green earth as in a regal home? Whose voice rang out beneath the skyey dome Like the high utterance of a youthful god? Now with wan looks and eyes that seek the sod, Restless and …