The Sweet Brier by Rose Seibert, 1926

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A S A THANK OFFERING

TO

JEHOVAH GOD

THROUGH WHOSE TENDER

PROVIDENCES

THE

VERSES HEREIN CONTAINED

WERE MADE POSSIBLE

THIS

VOLUME

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DEDICATED

THE SWEET BRIER ROSE

Beside my co t tage door i t g rows ,

The loveliest , daintiest f lower that blows,

A sweet-br ier rose .

A t dewy m orn o r twi l igh t' s c lose,

T h e r a r e s t p e r f u me f r o m

it

flows,-

This s t r an ge , wi ld rose.

B u t w h e n t h e r a i n d r o p s o n i t b e a t ,

A h , t h e n i t s o d o r s g r o w mo r e s w e e t

A b o u t my f e e t

Of t t imes wi th lov ing tende rness

I t s s o f t g r e e n l e a v e s I g e n t l y p r e s s

In sweet caress,-

A

s t i l l more wondrous f r agrance f lows ,

T h e mo r e m y f i n g e r s f i r m ly c lo s e,

A n d c r u s h t h e r o s e 1

D ear Lo rd , Oh, le t m y l i f e be so,-

Its per fume when the tempes ts b low,

T h e s w e e t e r f lo w

And should i t be Th y blessed will

With c rush ing gr ie f m y soul to f i ll ,

Press harde r s t i ll ,

And whi le i t s dy ing f r agrance f lows ,

I 'll whisper low,

He

loves and knows

His crushed brier-rose."

January

26 19 9

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GERTRUDEWOOD O KEIEE~T

KEEP SWEET

S o ul , l e t n o th in g m a k e t h e e f r e t f u l ,

N o th in g b i t t e r o r r e g r e t fu l .

Hea r t , keep swee t , keep swee t

A n d a l l d a y l o n g

E 'en f rom the moment of thy waking ,

L e t s o n g

K e e p w e l li n g f r o m a h e a r t t h a t ' s b r e a k in g ,

Soul, keep sweet, keep sweet

February

10

1915

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TH HIDDEN CROSS

The n~ul t i tuc le aw but th e c ross of o l ive-wood

Th e Marl of So rrow s bore , nor knew how unde rneath,

Close-pressed upon H is hea r t , a hidden cros s H e

wore,-

A d a rk and b lec tl ing we ig ht o f s in and hum an woe ,

Matle heavier w ith the sen tence of God's broken law ,

And c rowned wi th thorns of scornfu l and ma l ic ious

hate,-

A c ross the wor l t l ' s Redeemer found on Jordan ' s

brinlc,

Nor la id i t c lown unt i l H e came to Ca lva ry .

O f t t ime s it s e eme d H e a l mo s t c r av e d s o me h u ma n

aid,

S o me s y mp a th i z in g h e a r t t o s h a r e t h a t c r u e l c r o s s .

J e r u s a l e m, J e r u s a l e m, h a d s t t h o u b u t k n o w n

W h a t t i m e t h a t c r o ss b o r e h e a vi e st o n t h e y e a r n i n g

Iienrt

Of Him , th y King -And yet,

0

s low of f a i th and

h a r d

Of hea r t , "Ye would not,"-and th e Kin g pas sed on

H i s w a y ;

And of th e people, the re w as none wi th Him, H e t rod

Alone the winepress of th is da rk wor ld ' s shame and

woe

0

c h o se n t h r e e , h a d y e b u t w a t c h e d w i th H i m "o ne

hour,"

T h a t a w f u l n i g h t i n d a r k G e th se m an e, y e m i g h t

H a v e l i g h t e n ed s o me th e c r u e l w e i g h t o f t h a t d r e a d

c ross ,

H a v e k n o w n a n d s h a r e d w i th Him t h a t a g o n i z i n g

woe,-

Alas Alas1 You r eyes were heavy , and ye s lep t .

So now, "sleep on ant1 ta ke your rest ," ye we ary ones,

A holy ange l 's wing ha th eased t he h idden c ross ,-

Your Mas te r , s t r engthened ,

waits

t h a t o t h e r c ro s s t o

bea r

Which c ross bore heavie r on th e way t o Ca lva ry ,-

T h e c r o s s t h e c r u e l Ro ma n s o l d i er s l ai d u p o n

T h a t B l es s ed O n e ? A h n o,

it

w a s t h e u n s e e n c r o s s

T h a t c r u s h e d H im to t h e e a r t h , t h a t w r u n g f r o 1 1 1

those pa le l ips

? 'he agoniz ing cry, "My God, My God, Oh, why

H a s t T h o u f o r s a k e n me ? "

I n g r ie f E a r t h r e n t h e r

breast ,

T h e s u n g r e w d a rk . T i e fi n is h ed , a n d t h e p r i c e i s

paid,--

Th e h idden c ross had p ie rced th a t lov ing , tende r h ea r t

"Take up th y c ross and fo l low Me", the M as te r said .

Ah, yes , H is f a i th f u l Br ide mu s t a l so bea r a c ross ,-

The hidden cross, made not of l ife 's vic issi tudes

Alone, i t s i l ls ant1 pain, i ts loss and over ty,

T h e o u tw a r d s i g n s t h e mu l t i t u d e b e k o ld ;

Ah no , we fo llow in His s teps , who went be fore

U s i n t h e n a r r o w w a y. W e , to o , mu s t b e a r t h e w o e,

Be touched with feelinz of the world 's inf irmity, -

I t s wea ry we ig ht of s in and cu r se of b roken law.

Let

us , the re fore , go for t h to Him, "wi thout th e ga te ,"

La y down our l ives in sacr if ice , spend and be spen t ,

And, whi le we c la sp th is c ross more c lose ly to our

breast ,

P r e s s o n t o w a r d Ca lva ry , f o r t h e r e o u r B r id eg r o o m

w a i t s

To take t he c ross of woe, and g ive th e Crown of Joy

March. 19 2

INSTANT IN SEASON

If while

I

w a lk t h e b u s y ma r t ,

I

f in d t h e r e o n e w h o s e f a in t i n g h e a r t

By some k ind , sympa the t ic word

l o n ew l i f e n ~ i g h t e s t i r r e d ,

Lord , he lp me say i t now

Or , if upon th e tho rny road

1

meet anoth e r 'nea th a load

O f s o r ro w , wh ic h m y t e a r s m ig h t s h a r e ,

A n d t h u s t h e b u r d e n b e a r ,

Lord , he lp me shed them now

If

a n y o in tme n t , r a r e a n d s w e e t ,

I Ion&: to pour upon "His feet ,"

T o r e s t a n d s o o th e t h e m b y t h e wap

My hant l le t no th ing s tay ,

Lort l, he lp m e br ing

it

now

I c c m b e r . I9 5


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"BE

O F

GOOD CHEER"

Matt 4 :27

When tempest-tossed on life's wild sea,

And fair skies clisappear,

Above the storm He calls to thee,

T i s I, be of good cheer "

Though Satan's darts be fiercely hurled,

Beloved, help 1s near,

Trust Him who overcame the world,

And be thou of good cheer.

In tribulation's dark est hour,

Yield not to doubt o r fear,

But calmly rest in His all-power,

Who saith, "Be of good cheer."

Press on, beloved, in the race,

The goal is very near,

hou soon shalt see His face,-

thou of good cheer

IS00

CONSOL TION

When thy pathway straitened lies, beloved,

Call on Me;

Ever

fix

on Me thine eves. beloved.

7

Follow Me:

- - - -

-

I

will never leave thee nor forsake thee,

Lean on Me1

When with trials sore beset, beloved,

Come to Me;

~a lv ar v' s our do not forget. beloved.

.

Think on Me;

I

will never leave thee nor forsake thee,

Trust in Me

When the dark night darker grows, beloved,

Cry to Me;

When the cold stream colder flows, beloved,

Cling to Me;

I will never leave thee, but will take thee

Home with Me

I N THE WILDERNESS

Be still, and murmur not, poor heart,

When God shall lead thee to a "desert place,"

And bid thee dwell apart;

If ravens in the wilderness

Did feed the servant of th e Lord, will He

For thee,

His

child, do less?

Nor fear, sad heart, its loneliness,-

Hath He not said,

"I

never will forsake

Nor leave thee comfortless?"

Have faith, thy Master may design

To fit thee thus fo r Kingdom work and bliss,-

And wilt thou then repine?

Be patient, l et His will be done;

Be calm, be strong, that He may finish there

The work He hath begun.

A

lit tle while," He soon will come,

And say t o thee,

"It

is enough, my child,

My faithful one, come home "

March 12

1906

SWEET D Y

O F

REST

I know some day my Lord will come,

And stand within my humble home,-

His glorious presence in the room

Will make it like a rose in bloom.

His voice, like music on mine ear,

Will banish every thought of fear,

He'll fold me closely to His breast

And there in peace I'll sweetly rest.

And, Oh, my Lord, on that sweet day

I know the wortls that Thou wilt say,

"It is enough my child, come home,

Thy work is done, beloved, come."

Then 111 arise and go with Thee

Across the shining, crystal sea,

Until we reach that blissful shore

Where we shall dwell fo r evermore.

July

30. 1908

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7/52

THE

F I ELD O F B TTLE

To gr as p the two-ctlgecl sworct , ant1 forwa rd r ush up-

on the foe ,

To hea r the Capta in ' s c ry . to see the f la sh of answ er -

Ing eyes .

T o f e e l t h e t h r o b b i n g h e a r t s o f b a t t l i n g c o mr a d e s i n

the ranks,-

T h a t r a p t u r o u s i n s p i r a t i o n k n o w , o f w a r r i n g f o r t h e

Right .

The ho ly joy of fo l lowing Hi m who poin ts and leads

t h e w a y

A h y e s , ' ti s g lo r i o u s t h u s t o f i g h t t h e g o o d l y f i g h t ,

and ye t ,

Me th inks , beyond th e f i r ing l ine , benea th those snowy

te n t s ,

A f ie rce r conf l ic t r ages n igh t and day , where t r emb-

l ing hands ,

W a n l i p s a n d f e v e r- l ig h t e d e y e s d o b a t t l e w i th a h o s t

Of deadl y foes, -gr im gia nts , Dou bt and Disap poin t-

ment , f ie rce

Despai r, -be fore whose f ie ry da r t s th e braves t we l l

might qua i l

They a lso hea r t he ca l l , and hoa r se ly c ry , "Lord he re

a m

I "

T h e y s t r i v e t o r e a c h t h e i r s w o r d s, t o s t r u g g l e t o t h e i r

f e e t , b u t b a c k

In he lp le ss agony of weakness on the i r pa l le t s f a l l ,

W i th b r a in a f i r e , a n d r e a s o n t o t t e r i n g o n i t s t h r on e ,

t h e i r t e a r s

Of anguish f low

Somet imes the no ise of ba t t le

sweeps beyond

T h e r a n g e o f t h o s e po o r, s t r a i n in g e ar s , a n d t h e n

t h e s p e c t r e F e a r

S t a lk s t h r o u g h t h e r o o m, a n d l a y s a n i cy h a n d u p o n

e a c h h e a r t :

T h e a w f u l t h o u g h t, O u r Ca p t a i n h a th f o r s a k e n a n d

forgot ,

Our c o mr a d e s f o r g e a h e ad , t h e y l e a v e u s h e r e a lo n e

t o d ie

Bu t n o t h e L o r d o f Ba t t l e s is mo s t me r c i fu l , H e s e n d s

swif t -winged messenge r : "Yea, though a mothe r

m a y f o r g e t

H er su cking ch i ld , ye t wi ll

I

not forget " Th en l ike

th e c a lm

T h a t c o me th a f t e r s t o r m , s w e e t p ea c e a n d q u i e t r e i g n

wi th in

Those t roubled b reas ts , and so H e g ive th H is beloved

sleep.

A h , t h e n , t r u e - h e a r t e d c o mr a d e s i n t h e f o r e f r o n t o f

t h e f i g h t ,

Remember tha t the wounded to God ' s a rmy s t i l l be -

long,

And send be t imes to them a whi te -winged m essenge r

of cheer.

Oh, g ive Love' s roses now, nor keep them fo r th e

coffin's lid,

( A

s in g l e f lo w er i s s w e e t e r f a r t h a n t h o u s a n d s b y

a nd b y ) ;

T a k e t i m e t o s p e a k a t e n d e r w o r d , t o s h e d a p i ty in g

tea r ,

O r b r e a th e , a t l e a st , a p r a y e r t h r o u g h o u t t h e w a t c h e s

of the n igh t ,

~ n dh u s p r o v e mo r e t h a n c o n q u e ro r s t h r o u g h t h e

power of deathless love

January

26

1909

EVENING

PR YER

F a t h e r , n o w t h e d a y i s o v er ,

Weary , w orn , myse l f I b r in g ;

My defenseless head, Oh, cover

W i th t h e s h a d o w of T h y w in g .

P a r d o n a l l t h e d a y' s t r a n s g r e s s in g ,

C le an s e f r o m e v e r y s t a i n o f s i n ;

Lord, I come , my need confess ing ,

Ma k e a n d k e e p m e p u r e w i th in.

W i p e a w a y m y t e a r s o f s o rr o w ,

T a k e m e t o T h y l o vin g b r e a s t ,

Ma k e me s t r o n g e r f o r t h e mo r r o w ,

Giv e me peace and holy r e s t .

August 1905


8/52

THE ANGEL

O F

GETHSEMANE

Twas midnight, and the Man of Sorrows took His

chosen three,

And sought with weary step the shelter of Gethse-

mane

To pray, His soul exceeding sorrowful, e'en unto

death,

And heavy laden with the sin and woe of all the

world.

In agony of bloody sweat He fell upon His face,

And cried, with tears, "My God, My Father, if it be

Thy will,

Oh, let this cup of shame and numbering with trans -

gressors pass,-

If i t be possible

Yet not My will, but Thine be

done

And then His thoughts turned to the sacrifice,-a fe ar

bore down

With agonizing weight upon His heart , lest to

comply

With every jot and tittle of the Law, He might have

failed

He saw the priestly type, He knew eternal death

awaited,

Should He seek to pass the second veil unworthily.

Eterna l death1 Oh, anguish inexpressible, to see

No more His Father's face1 He sought His well-

beloved three,

Perchance they might refresh His fainting hea rt with

some sure word

Of prophecy. Alas Their eyes were heavy and they

slept.

Three times He sought them, and three times

in

vain1

Yet He was heard

In that H e feared. The Fa th er sent a heavenly com-

forter

To touch with tender, strengthening hand that dear,

devoted head,

And whisper,

I,

the LORD, in righteousness have

called Thee, I

Will hold Thine hand, and keep Thee Neither sha lt

Thou 'fail nor be

Discouraged.' Lo Thou art

'a

Priest forever, and a

King

U ~ o n hy throne. like to Melchizedec.'

And Thou

- shal t see

The travail of T h y soul, and shalt be satisfied." His

heart

Revived, He knew His Father's fai thful Word could

never fail;

He knew i t would accomplish th at whereunto

it

was

sent.

He rose, and from that hour went forth to trial and

to death.

In peacepa calmness born of perfect confidence in

God.

*

*

How oft, throughout the manycentur ied "night" of

this dark Age,

The Father's "little ones" have knelt in sad Gethse-

mane

To pray E'en now th e Garden's shade re-echoes

with the cry

Of God's elect, "How

long Oh.

Lord, how long until

.

-

we see

The travail of our soul? How long until Thou sha lt

avenge

Thine own elect, who cry to Thee, with tears, both

night and day

?

Dear Lord, Oh, use me as the Angel in Gethsemane

Oh fill me with Thy holy Spirit of Divinest love

Oh, make me sympathetic, wise, that every anguished

heart

May come, nor seek in vain fo r consolation fro m

Thy

Word,

And strengthened, comforted, go forth

to

prison or

to death,

To suffe r patiently the cruel mockings of th e tongue;

To bear the cross unto the bitter end. then calmlv

say.

T i s finished," and with f aith unwavering pa m

be-

neath "the reill"


9/52

NE RING

TH

GO L

With eyes a f lame , wi th pan t ing brea th , they COIII~ -

Th e runners, - -every nerv e and muscle tense, -

Urgecl forward by

a

thousand dea fen ing c r ie s ,

On, on , they rus h , when one, c lose to th e goa l ,

For bu t one moment g lances back in pr ide

T o n o t e h ow f a r h e h a t h o u t r u n t h e r e s t.

Alas t r ipped by a pebble on th e course,

H e s tumbles , f a l l s , a r i se s , b u t too late,-

Ano the r sweeps ahe ad wi th b lood- flecked l ips

A n tl b u r s t i n g h ea r t O n e f i n a l , a w f u l s t r a i n ,

W i th s u p e r h u ma n e f f o r t , g r a n d , s u p r e me ,

He leaps in to the a ir ,- and fa l l s in dea th

Across the line ,- a v ic tor , bu t a t wh a t

A fea rfu l cost -he ga ve his l ife , his a l l1

I o n d e r o 'e r t h i s t r a g e d y o f d a y s

d e n Greece wa s mis t r e s s o f th e wor ld, an d say ,

"Has t no t thou a lso en te red on a race ,

My soul, in contest fo r a 'Crown of Life ,'

A p r i ze t h o u c a n s t n o t w in e x c e p t t h in e a l l

Thou g ives t Then , be wise, and wa tch and pray ,

T u r n n o t t h in e e y e s o n e i n s t a n t f r o m ' th e mar k,'

F o r f e a r t ho u d a s h t h y f o o t a g a i n s t s o m e sm a l l ,

W e l l- ro u n de d t r u th , w h ic h i n t h y p r i d e t h o u h a s t

O 'e r looked , and thus thou s tumble , f a l l , and though

Thou shoul dst ar ise , ' twould be too la te to win "

"Ah, then, consider th y ' forerunner ,' Chris t ,

Yea, ca ll to mind th e 'cloud of witnesses '

Around,-those noble, fa it hf ul on es of old,-

And s t r ip thyse l f , my soul , o f eve ry we ight ;

G i rd u p t h y l oi ns , m a k e s t r a i g h t p a t h s f o r t h y f e e t ;

Brea the deeply of the Spi r i t ' s conquer ing power ,

Ancl run with patient , meek, enduring zeal

Almost thou h as t a t ta ined , m y soul , m y soul

Shall angels , pr incipali t ies , or powers,

O r h e ig h t, o r d e p th , o r o t h e r c r e a t u re , d r a w

T h e e f r o m th e g o a l s o n e a r ? A h y e s, s o n e a r ,

T h e g lo r y - l i g h t s t r e a ms t h r o u g h t h e p a r t i n g v e i l ;

Have fa i th, press on, one effor t , grand, supreme.-

And thou hast won in death Love 's bloodbought

crown

"

rccmber 8 1909

2

TH ROSE

,

Within my hand

I

gently hold the Gartien 's Queen,

a

rose,--

T h e s o f t l y - si g h in g s u mm e r w in d a b o u t it f a i n t l y

blows,

A n d w a f t s i t s w o n d ro u s f r a g r a n c e o u t up o n t h e

evenlng a ir .

Ancl a s

I

gaze upon th e rose , so pe r fec t and so f a i r ,

In mem'ory 's halls there wakes, the while , a legend,

qua in t and o ld ,

How once upon

a

t ime , one day , a s ag e p icked up ,

we're told,

A lum p of common c lay , so r edolen t wi th pe r fum e

ra re ,

He marvelecl , and the question wondering asked,

"Whence dos t thou bea r

Such f ragrance ,

0

thou lum p of c lay?" In tones of

deep repose

There came the swee t r ep ly , " I have been dwe l l ing

wi th

the

rose."

Th e while the legend s t i r s my soul , wi th in m y hand

sti l l l ie

The pe ta ls o f the rose , anc l f rom my hea r t o f hea r t s

1

cry,

"Thou love ly Rose of Sha ron , ma y I e ve r dwe l l wi th

Thee,

So c lose ly th a t t he f r agr anc e of T hy love sha l l c ling

to me.

Oh, fill

me

w i th t h e s p i r i t o f T h y s w e e t h u mi l it y ,

Then a l l sha l l see and know, dea r Lord , tha t

I

h a v e

learnecl of Thee;

Ancl le t mine ea r th ly p i lg r image , un t i l its blessed

close,

Each ( lay and hour be a r wi tness , I've been dwe l l ing

w ith t h e R o ~ e . ' ~


10/52

OUR

HEAVENLY H O M E

To l i t t le ch i ld ren "home" i s th a t d ea r p lace where

mother is ,

W h e r e e v e r y w o u n d d o th e v e r f i n d t h e h e a l i n g k i s s

of love,

A n d l i t t l e s ob b ing h e a r t s a r e s o o th e d t o r e s t u p o n h e r

breas t .

I n l a t e r y e a r s t h a t d e a r w o r d "ho me" a w a k e s t h e

prec ious thought

Of lov ing wife and happy l i t t l e ones , and peace and

rest,--

A r e f u g e s w e e t w h e r e o u t s i d e c a r e s a n d w o r r i e s c a n -

not come.

A n d w h e n t h e s u n o f l i f e i s s i n k in g i n t h e w e s t w e

d r e a m

O f "h ome " a s t h a t b l e s t g a th e r i n g p la c e w h e r e o f t e n

t h r o u g h t h e y e a r

Our ch i ld ren , and the i r ch i ld ren , come wi th w ea l th of

gra t e fu l love,

T h a t m a k e s o u r h e a r t s f o r g e t t h e p a i n a n d t o il o f

f o r m e r y e a r s .

Bu t t o t h e Ch r is t ia n , t h o u g h t h e e a r t h l y l o v e s b e n e a r

a n d d e a r ,

T h e t h o u g h t o f "h ome" b e l o n g s t o t h a t mo s t h e a v e n ly

place where God,

A n d Ch r i s t , a n d a l l t h e h o l y a n g e l s a r e , w h e r e s o r-

row f inds

No p lace , and eve ry longing hea r t i s fu l ly sa t i s f ied ;

Where we sha l l love and se rve Him pe r fec t ly , and

me e t a g a in ,

N o r e v e r p a r t f r o m f e ll o w -p i lg r ims o n " t h e n a r r o w

w a y ;

W h e r e w e s h a l l s i t w i t h Ch r i s t u p o n H i s t h r o n e , a n d

bless wi th peace

And joy the whole c rea t ion , g roaning now in pa in

a n d t e a r s

And ye& by yea r the go lden cha in grow s longe r, tha t

d o t h d r a w

U s c lose r to our heavenly home , as one by one, "the

pr ie s t s"

In s i lence pa ss benea th " the ve i l " -ea ch one an added

link.

4

A h th e n , t o g a in a n e n t r a n c e t o t h a t b l e s t ab o d e

s h a l l w e

N o t c o u n t t h e p r e s e n t t h in g s b u t " l o s s a n d d r o s s , "

and l igh t ly touch

Each ob jec t th a t mig ht ho ld our hea r t 's a f f ec t ions to

this ear th, -

F o r w h e re o u r t r e a s u r e is e 'en the re our h ea r t s wi ll

a lso be

October 26 19 6

S OME T IME S I AL MOS T W ONDE R

m

S o me t ime s I a lmo s t w o n d e r i f my L o r d d o th r e a l l y

know

A b o u t t h e m a n y , m a n y t h i n g s t h a t w ou nd m y p o o r

h e a r t s o

I can bu t

w o n d er if H e k n o w s t h e a n g u i s h o f m y

soul,

W h e n t e mp e s t s b e a t u p o n m y h e a d , a n d s u r g in g b il -

lows roll ;

I w o n d er i f H e h e a r s a t n ig h t m y w ea r y , l o n g in g

s ighs ,

I w o n d e r i f H e s e e s t h e t e a r s t h a t t r e mb le i n min e

eyes

I

wonder if m y burdens we igh upon His tende r hea r t ,

And

i n

my ma n y s o r r o w s , i f H i s g r e a t l o v e s h a r e s

a p a r t

Ah no, I will not wonder ,

I

will s i lence every fear ,

I 've r eac t th a t " in His bo t t le He do th t r eas ure up

each tea r ;"

I

k n ow th a t H e w h o h e e d s t h e s ma l l e s t s p a r r o w w h e n

i t f a l l s ,

Wil l sure ly , sure ly hea rken when H is own ch i ld f eeb-

ly calls ;

I

k n o w t h a t H e w h o s t i l l e d t h e w a v e s o n G al il ee 's

da rk sea ,

Will bid th e storm s of l ife, "Be st il l," th a t rudely

threa ten me .

Ah no ,

I

d o n o t w o n d er , a m s u r e my L o r d d o th

know

A b o u t t h e ma n y , ma n y t h in g s t h a t w ou n d my p o o r

hea r t so

February

27

ID 8

5


11/52

"SHE HATH DONE WHAT SHE COULD

The Feas t was s pread a t Simon's house, and a s they

sat a t meat,

A woman came and silent stood within the open

door-

Close pressed against her throbbing heart an ala-

baster box

Of

purest spikenard, costly, rare , she held. With

modest fear,

She dreaded

to

attract the curious naze of those

within,

And yet her well-beloved Friend was there, her

Master, Lord.

With wondrous intuition she divined that this might

be

Her last, her only opportunity to show her love;

She thought of all that He had done for her, the

holy hours

She spent enraptured a t His feet, unmindful of all

else,

If only she might hear those words of Truth, those

words of Life.

She thought of th at dar k hour when Lazarus lay

within the tomb

And how He turned her night to day, her weeping

into joy.

Her fair face flushed, with deepening gratitude her

pure eyes shone;With swift, light step she crossed the crowded room.

She bravely me t

Those questioning eyes (for Love will find its way

through paths where lions

Fear

to

tread); with trembling hands she broke the

seal and poured

The precious contents of the box upon her Savior's

feet,

And all the house was filled with fragrance wonder-

ful and sweet.

She could not speak, he r heart's devotion was too

deep, her tears

Fell softly. while she took her chiefest ornament,

her long

And silken hair and wiped His sacred feet-when

suddenly

6

A rude voice broke the golden silence with, "What

waste thi s might

Have sold for much, to feed

the

poor " She lower

bent her head-

TO her it seemed so mean a gift for love so great t o

make

Again a voice re-echoed through the room, her

blessed Lord's,

(He half arose and gently laid His hand upon her

hair)-

And how it thrilled her fainting heart to hear Him

sweetly say,

"Rebuke her not, for she hath wrought a good work,

what she could;

Aforehand, to anoint Me for my burying, she hath

come,

And thi s her deed of love throughout the ages shall

be told "

How oft since first I read the story of this saint of

0111,

My own poor heart hath burned with fervent, long-

ing, deep desire,

That

I

might th us have ministered unto my Lord and

King-

"The chiefest of ten thousand, altogether lovely

One.

And now to learn-Oh precious thought, 'tis not

t

late.

I

still

May

Love's priceless ointment on "the members"

of His Feet

Dear Lord I pray, Oh help me break with sacrificial

hand

The seal of Self, ancl pour the pent-up odors of my

heart

Upon Thy "Feet " Oh let me spend my days and

nights in toil,

That

I

perchance, may save from needless wander-

ing, and help

To keep them in the narrow way that leads to light

and life.

Oh let me lay within their trembling hands a rose

of love,

A lily's pure and holy inspiration on their breast


12/52

D e a r M a s t er , l e t m e k n e e l w i t h t h e m i n d a r k G e th -

s e ma n e ;

O h h e lp me b old ly s t a n d a n d me e k ly b e a r t h e s co ff s

and jee r s

Of c rue l, mocking tongues Oh m ay count no cos t ,

e 'en l ife

I t se l f , too prea t to se rve , t bless, to comfort

hy

dear "Feet."

A n d w h e n t h e l a s t d r o p o f m y h e a r t ' s d e v o t io n h a t h

been shed ,

O h , ma y I h e a r T h y s w e e t v o ic e s a y , "S he h a t h d o n e

what she could "

pril

80 1908

ESUS

T h e g e n t l e s i g h in g o f t h e w i nd a m o n g t h e p i n e s,

Th e joyous s ing in g of the la rk a t b reak of day ,

The r ipp l ing of th e wa te r -brooks th roug h cool ing

shade,

T h e p a t t e r o f t h e s o f t l y fa l l i n g r a i n a t n i g h t ,

A r e s o u n d s le s s s w e e t b y f a r t h a n H i s m o s t p r e ci o u s

name.

N o A r t c an s h o w a f o r m s o g r a c i ou s a n d s o f a ir ,

N o M a s t e r' s h a n d h a t h d r a w n

a

s mi l e s o w o n d r o u s

swee t ,

N o r c ou ld d e p i c t t h e m a j e s t y o f t h a t p u r e b r o w ;

N o c a n v a s e v e r g lo w ed w i t h s u c h a h o l y l i g h t

A s s h i n e s f r o m H i s m o s t r a d i a n t i m a g e i n m y h e a rt .

T h e d e a r e s t e a r t h ly f r i e n d m a y f a i l i n t i m e o f n ee d ,

T h e s w e e t e s t a n d t h e l o ve l ie s t g r o w c o ld a t h e a r t ,

T h e n e a r e s t m a y n o t h e ed t h e t h r o b b in g h e a r t ' s s a d

c r y ,

The gayes t th rong may hold the lone l ie s t so l i tude ,

Bu t J e s u s , J e s u s n e v e r f a i l s m y c a ll t o h e a r .

O h , ma y t h e mu s i c o f T h y n a m e mo r e c l e a rl y f a l l

U p o n m y e a r s a t t u n ed to c a t ch t h a t s w e e t e s t s o u n d

,

O h , ma y T h i n e i ma g e i n my h e a r t s o b r i g h t b e co me

T h a t I b y g a z in g ma y b e c h a n g e d i n t o t h e s a me ;

Oh, b lessed Je sus , le t Thy presence ne 'er depa r t ,

Oh, come and re ign fore ve rm ore wi th in m y hea r t

December

22

1906

8

IN

DUE

TIME

I n T h y d u e t ime , o u r H e a v e n ly F a th e r , s h a l l be

known

Thy gracious plan, which now is hid,

Except un to Thy sa in ts a lone .

0 , p lor ious day , when Thine a l l-wisdom, jus t ice ,

power and ove,

The whole c rea t ion sha l l approve1

In

H i s

d u e t ime ,

0

b les s ed J e s u s , T h o u s h a l t s e e

T h e t r a v a i l o f T h y s o u l, a n d s h a l t

Be sa t i s f ied e te rna l ly ;

Thine agony on Ca lva ry- the pr ice th a t Tho u d ids t

give ,

Sha l l cause the dead ag a in to l ive

I n

Got l' s t lue t ime , 0 , p i lg rim on t he "na r row way, "

Thy pa infu l journey ended , da rkes t

N ig h t s h a l l t u r n t o b r i g h t e s t d a y ;

Thine eve ry t r ia l , then , th ine eve ry tea r , sha l l p rove

a g e m

To beaut i fy thy d iadem

I n H i s d u e t ime ,

0

weary , g roaning , s in -cur sed

E a r t h ,

T h e L o r d w i l l w ipe a w a y t h y t e a r s ,

And bring the promised "seconcl bir th;"

A n d t h e r e s h a l l b e n o p a in , no r a n y d e a th i n t h a t

b l e s t d a y

W h e n s i n a n d s o r r o w fl e e a w a y

In H is t lue t ime , ange lic choi r s sha l l s in g aga i n

I n ~ r a n t l e r t r a i n t h a t h ea v en ly m e s sa g e,

"Peace

on

ea r th , good wi l l toward m enl"

And eve ry knee sha l l bow, and eve ry lov ing hea r t

confess

Th e Chr is t who comes to r e ign and b le ss

anuary

25 1906


13/52

THE N RROW W Y

" D e ar L o rd , t h e w a y y e m s v e ry d a r k ,

I cannot see .

"Yes, child, I know, but I wil l be thy Light-

Com e, follow Me "

"Dear Lord , so lonely i s th i s way-

W h e r e a r e m y f r i e n d s? "

"My c h il d , d o s t t h o u f o r g e t h o w f a r f r o m M e

T h e i r p a th w a y t e n d s ? "

"D e a r M a s t e r , I a m g r o w in g w e ak ,

I scarce can stand."

0,

foo l ish chi ld , t r us t no t in th ine own s t r en gth ,

Co me , t a k e My h a n d ;

"F o r

I

have t rod th is way be fore ,

S o

(lark to thee .

I k n o w e a c h s t e p , i t s w e a r i n e s s a n d p a in ,

W i l t t r u s t i n M e ? "

"Yea, Lortl , though fr iendless, lonely. dark,

This way may be ,

I

will be strong, Beloved Guide, lead on,

I follow Thee "

November 1899

H E NOWS

H e k n o w s t h e w a y I take,--

W h a t ma t t e r t h e n i f d a r k i t b e ,

O r

rough, or hedged about, -

His s ta f f sha l l comfor t me .

Antl should His love withhold

W h a t s e e m s s o n e a r, s o d e a r , s o s w e et ,

1'11 humbly t ak e th is thi ng

A n d l a y i t at Hi s f ee t .

H o w s w e e t t o k n o w H e k n ow s ,

A n d c a r e s , a n d h o l d s me by th e hand,-

Wil l sa fe ly gu ide un t i l

I

r e a c h t h e H e a v e n ly L a n d

July 1903

2

W ITING

"'l 'hey als o &-&we ho only st an d and wait." Behold

me he re ,

D e a r L or d W i th e a g e r , w a t c h fu l e y e a n d q u i ck a t -

ten t ive ea r ,

I

s tand , and i f

a

me ssa ae Thou wouldst send o 'er land

or sea-

(Today , tomor row, n igh t o r day) , Lord , he re

a m I,

send me

But, i f in Thine a l l-wisdom, Thou shouldst choose

anothe r one ,

MY hea r t in sw if t submiss ion sha l l r e soond . Thy

wi l l

.

be dune

Le t me lea rn we l l the le sson th a t Thy b le ssed Word

doth teach,

T o r e s t i n h u mb le s i l e n c e , n o t t o mu r mu r , n o r t o

reach

Fo r wh a t app ea r s m y se rv ice , wi th an ove r -confiden t

zeal,

Bu t w a t c h a n d p r a y u n t i l T h y w il l f o r me T h o u s h a l t

r evea l ;

Thus pa t ien t , wa i t ing eve r , keep ing ve ry c lose to

Thee,

Pe rhaps , c lea r Lor t l , some wondrous day Thou wi l t

have need of me

0 SOUL OF MINE

0

soul of mine, be calm, be st i l l ,

Subm it thyse l f to God,

111 a l l th y ways y ield to His wi l l,

N o r f a in t b e n e a th t h e r o d.

0

oul of mine, l ike potter 's c lay

With in th e Mas te r ' s hand ,

0 e t Him mould thee ( lay by day ,

Ti l l f au l t le ss thou sha l t s tand .

0 , sou l o f mine , ha ve fa i th , be lieve ,

Nor count the cos t o f s t r i f e ,

F ig h t o n , f a i n t n o t , t h o u s h a l t r e ce ive

A t l a s t

the Crown of Life

1900


14/52

I N T H EGARD ENO F TH E LO RD

Last night

I

clreamed the Master came to me and

gently said,

"Beloved, lay thy cross aside, and came with me

awhile,

For I would have thee rest within the garden of the

Lord."

And then He took my trembling hand and led me

through the gloom

Until we came to where a massive gateway barred

our path,-

The sa te s were closecl. but opened a t the Master's

sweet command.

We entered, and th e sliaclows fled before H is rad iant

smile,-

Oh, vision rapturous, can words be found to tell how

fair

Ten thousand roses beckoned with Love's crimsoli

hue, and round

About our feet the violets nestled in their purple

grief;

A passion-flower, sad symbol of His dying agony,

Entwined itself with orchids rare, frail children of

the air;

While velvet pansies, clothed in royalty, together

grew

With lovely, clinging, pink and white sweet peas, alld

close beside,

The lilies of t he valley bent in sweet Iiumility,-

And everywhere, the tender grass, a carpet soft and

cool.

And often a s we passed, the Master's hand with lov-

ing touch

Did re st upon some drooping flower, and lo a t once

it seemed

Refreshed. At la st we came to where a state ly lily

stootl,

It s snowy crown uplifted like a chime of silvery bells,

Whose swaying filled the garden with a fragrance

sweet and rare.

We closer drew, and then I saw, alas how here and

there

petal fa ir was tom and brown, as though by some

rude wind

Or scorching heat. I wondered greatly a t the sight,

then turned,

The question on my lips,-when suddenly there rose

a storm

So fierce that every flower in the garden bent its

head

And then a shower of flaming arrows, hurled by

shaclowy forms

Outsitle the garden's ivy-covered walls, rained down

upon

The lilies, while clung in terror to my Heavenly

Guide.

A moment only did the storm prevail, and then I

hearcl

The'Master's "Peace, be still " The tempest ceased,

and there was calm.

The wontlrous light grew dim, the garden vanished,

-ant1 woke.

The Master had not spoken thus, and yet I seemed

to know

The fair dream-garden was a picture of His "little

ones,"

(He neither sleeps nor slumbers in His watch-care

over these),

And then the thought,-if in thi s garden I might

choose

my

place,

Would I be like the rose?

Ah no, lest in my pas-

sionat e zeal

To show by works my hear t of love, I should forget

the thorns,

Dea r Lord, and wound Th y loving hand Ah then,

perhaps

I would

The lily be, and sound Thy blessed Truth o'er land

and sea

In clear-toned eloquence. Ah no, I might not bear

the storms

That beat upon the one whose head Thou hast up-

liftetl far

Above his fellows,-and a shining mark for Satan's

darts

And thus I thought on each and all that garden's

lovely ones,


15/52

Then c r ied , "My b les sed L ord , if

I

mi gh t choose, Oh ,

l e t m e b e

T h e t en d e r g r as s , t h a t I m a y r e s t a n d s o o t h e Thy

weariness,-

l ow l v d a c e . s a f e - s h e lt e r e d f r o m t h e w i nd a n d f i e r y

a ;-

W ha t rap tu re thi s, -to l a y down l i fe i t se l f benea th

Thy feet "

eptember 30 1905

P TIENCE

T h e p u r p l e g r a p e m u s t b e c r u sh e d

T o m a k e t h e s w e e t , r e d w i n e ,

A n tl f u r n a c e f i r e s m u s t f i e r c el y b u r n ,

The clrossy gold to refine;

The whee l mus t c rue l ly g r ind ,

E l s e w h e r e t h e j e we l' s l i g h t ?

A n d t h e s t e e l s u b m i t t o t h e p o l is h in g ,

O r h ow w o ul d t h e s w o r d g r o w b r i g h t ?

H o w t h e n , m y s o u l, w i l t t h o u

The Sp i r i t ' s f ru i t s possess ,

Excep t thou lov ing ly y ie ld thyse l f

T o t h e H a n d t h a t w o u n d s t o b l e ss ?

T h e n p a t i e n tl y l e t t h e f i r e

Consume a l l e a r th ly d ross -

T h o u c a n s t n o t h o p e t o w e a r t h e C r o w n ,

I f t h o u r e f u s e t h e C r o s s

1900

THREE

G TES O F GOLD"

L e t e v e r y t h o u g h t t h y l i p s w o u l d u t t e r p a s s t h r e e

ga te s of gold ,-

B u t , if t h r o u g h t h e s e i t f a i l s to p a s s, t h e n l e t i t n o t

be to ld ;

A n d o 'e r e a c h g a t e i n s i lv e r l e t t e r s w r i t t e n t h o u w i l t

f ind ,

Above the . f i r s t one , ILIs t t r u e ? " t h e s ec o nd , Is

it

k ind?"

A n d

Is it

n e c e s s ar y ? " o 'e r t h e t h i r d o n e a n d t h e

las t .

T h e n g u a r d t h y t h o u g l ~ t s , e t n o n e e s c a pe , s a v e

those these ga tes have passed

1911

4

LORD,

HER E

I BRING MYSELF

Lorcl, here

I

br ing myse l f ,

'T is a l l I have to g ive ,

M y h e a r t' s d e si re i s w h ol ly t l i ,

H e n c e f o r th f o r T h e e t o l i v e ;

To own no wi ll b u t Th ine ,

T o s u f f e r l o s s o r s h a m e ,

Al l th ings to bear , i f on ly

I

Ma y g l o r i f y T h y n a m e ;

Hencefo r th mine every power

E a c h c la y f o r T h e e t o u s e ,

My hands , my fee t , my l ip s , m i l i e a l l ,

A s Thou , my Lord, s ha l t choose .

D e a r L o r d , m y c o n s t a n t p r a y e r

I s f o r i n c r e a se of g r a c e ,

T h a t I by f a i t h m a y w a l k w i t h T h e e ,

Til l I beholt l Thy face.

1899

I N

THE PRESENCE

O F THE

KING

I f w e c o ul d a l w a y s f e e l e a c h l i t t l e t h i n g

W e d o, e a c h h o u r w e s p e n d

With in th e sacred p resence o f the King ,

W ha t d ign i ty 'twou ld l end

If we cou ld rea l i ze ou r every though t

I s k n o w n t o H i m , o u r K i n g,

W i t h h o w g r e a t c a r e f u ln e s s w o ul d i t b e f r a u g h t ,

I

And what a b les s ing b r ing1

I f , w h e n s o m e s h a r p w o r d l e a v e s c r u e l s t i n g ,

Ou r fa i th coulcl know and fe el

'Twas he ard wi th in the p resence of th e King ,

Ho w soon the wound wou ld hea l

O h , w h e n t h e s o n g o f l i f e s e e m s h a r d t o s i n g ,

A n d d a r k e r g r o w s t h e w a y-

D r a w n e a r e r t o t h e p r e s e n c e o f t h e K i n e ,

A n d n i g h t s h a l l t u r n t o d a y

July 1907


16/52

THE ONE LOAF

I Cor. 1 :11

T h e tw i l i g h t h o u r , w h e n a l l t h e w o rl d d o t h d r e a m, I

s t a n d a mid

The r ipen ing gra in , th a t r ipp le s , l ike th e bosom of

a

l a k e

Benea th th e evening breeze .

I

pluck, and idly hold

wi th in

M y

hand , one go lden ea r , the whi le in swif t succes-

s ~ o n a ss

S t ra nge v is ions of t he o lden t ime : I see a th re sh ing-

floor-

Th e whea t b y wooden f la i l be re f t o f cha ff an d sh in ing

husk.

T h e s c e n e

is

changed;

I

see

a

w o ma n g r in d i n g

at

a

mill-

Be tw ee n t h e u p p e r a n d t h e n e t h e r s t o n e s t h e g r a i n

is crushed

Unt i l no semblance of

its

f o r m e r s t a t e r e m ai n s, b u t

each

Is merged into one commo n whole-a coarse an d

home1

y

meal.

Anoth e r p ic ture -mixed wi th wa te r and wi th sa l t

a

loaf,

O r f l a t t e n e d c a k e , i s f o r me d a n d l a id u p o n t h e g lo w -

in g coals .

A n d a s

I

g a z e , my t h o u g h t s a r e l i ft e d t o a h ig h e r

p lane ;

I

see "the m emb ers of His body," l ike the golden

g r a i n ,

Denuded of th e i r g l i t te r ing robes of ea r th ly pr ide

a n d f a m e ;

Th e uppe r and t he n e the r s tones of l i fe ' s v ic i ssi t l ides

Ar e s lowly, sure ly , g r ind in g r ich and poor , th e h igh ,

the low.

In t o one common-union-hea rt and mind , and zeal

and love;

Wi th pur i fy in g sa l t , l i f e-g iv ing w a te r of th e Word ,

Th e mas s i s ?,e ing draw n and he ld an d moulded in

"one loaf.

Ah, then , be loved , when we dr ink of tha t memor ia l

CUP,

26

A n d e a t t h e s y mb o l o f H i s f l es h, l e t u s p a r t a k e w i th

joy

Nor marve l i f we need tha t s t r ange , t r ansforming

power of f ire ,

E r e w e a r e c ou n te d w o r th y t o b e l ik e o u r L o r d a n d

Head,

And "broken" th a t a hung ry , f a in t ing , dy ing wor ld

be fed

February

26,

1908

COME UNTO ME

Matt

11 :28.

3

Come to Me , a l l ye tha t labor ,

Come , and I will ~ i v e ou rest.

Come

t o

Me, ye heavy laden,

Come, and lean upon My breast

Tak e Mine easy yoke upon ypu,

F o r My b u r d e n , i t i s l i g h t,

An11 My he ar t is me ek ancl lowly,

E v e r p l e a s in g i n H i s s i g h t .

Come t o Me , ye broken-hea r ted ,

J R ~ e a l l yo ur s o rr o w s b ea r,

Fa i th fu l be t i l l l i f e i s ended ,

Then My g lory ye sha l l ' sha re .

1900

THIS

TOO

WILL

PASS

Poor he a r t , b reak no t , though c rue l be t hy wound,-

This too will pass

The wear ie s t day wi l l enc l in sunse t l igh t ,

And ( lawn must fo l low e 'en the da rkes t n igh t

Nor dr ink to o cleeply of joy's honey ed cup,-

This too will pass

Caressinc: hands will lose their loving touch,

And wor t ls mean no th ing, t ha t once mean t so much .

Ah, then , wha te 'e r th y s ta te , seek th ou conten t, -

This wil l not pass

T h y

r e s t in God, He on ly knows and ca res ,

His hea r t o f love th ine eve ry sor row sha res

Mny

15 1816

7


17/52

LOVING

SUBMISSION

1

m a y n o t

unders tand ju s t why the c louds obscu re

t h e s u n ,

B u t c a n t r u s t H i m s ti ll , a n d f e e b ly sa y , " T h y w i l l

be done."

k n o w n o t w h y e a c h d o o r of s e r v ic e H e s e e s f i t t o

close,

B u t I r e jo i ce t o f i n d m y w i l l w o u ld

n e 'e r H i s w a y

oppose.

c a n b u t w o n d er w h y i t s e e m e t h t o m y F a t h e r b e s t,

To loosen f ro m i t s res t ing p lace upon m y th robb ing

b r e a s t

The p r ice les s j ewel fas tened there by His own han i l

-but then,

joy to fee l the mo th er -hea r t can s t i l l respond,

Amen

do no t a lwa ys c lear ly see the l esson shou ld l ea rn .

B u t h o u r b y h o u r I 'l l s t r i v e t o l e t t h e h a l lo w e d

incense burn .

k n ow n o t w h y t h e s w e e t m u s t t u r n t o b i t t e r i n t h e

CUP,

B u t s t ll l p r e s s i t t o m y l i ps , an d tl i r ou y h m y t e a r s

look up

T n H i m w h o i s " to o w i s e t o e r r , t o o g o od t o b e u n -

kind,"

A s s u r e d t h a t , w h e n t h e c u p is dra ined , a b less ing

there 1'11 fincl.

P r e s s h a rt l, t h e n , M a s t e r W o r k m a n , a n d r e f r a i n n o t,

if 1 weep-

T h e m a r b l e ' s f a i r e s t b e a u t y g r o w s b e n e a t h t h e c h i se -

ling deep--

Yea . Lord . l e t sk ie s be overcas t , as s e e m e t h be s t t o

Thee ,

T a k e f r o m m y a r m s t h e d e a r e s t t h i n g T h y l ov e h a t h

g i v e n m e ;

L et sw ee t o r b i t t e r f i l l my cup , acco rcl ing to Th y wi ll ,

I 'l l c lo ser c lasp Th y hand i n mine an ( \ in th e f l ame

hold still.

A n d t h u s , a l t h o u g h T h o u s l a y m e , I . w i l l p r a i se T h e e

n i g h t a n d d a y ,

1'11 l ay each bu rden a t Thy fee t , an d bear a song

a w a y

Aafuat

2 19 8

8

"YOUR

FATHER K N O W E T H W H A T

THINGS Y E H A V E N E E D O F "

Matt .

:8

O u r F a t h e r k n o w s w h a t t h i n g s w e n e e t l

E a c h s t e p a l o n r t h e w a y,

His eye of love doth never s leep-

H e w a t c h e s n i g h t a n d d a y .

H e knows somet imes , l ike r ipen ing g ra in ,

W e

n ee d t h e s u ns h in e b r i ~ h t ,

A ~ n i n e se ntls t h e p ea r e t h a t c o me s

With shadows o f the n igh t .

Somet imes ou r p r ide wou l t l fa in un fu r l

Ambit ion 's flaunt in^ sail-

A h t h e n H e k n o w s w e n ee d t o w a l k

Humiliation's vale.

S o m e ti m e s H e t a k e s o u r e a g e r h a n d s

Antl fo l t ls them on our breast ,

He gent ly lays our work nsi t le-

He knows we neecl to res t .

Som etime s we need companionship ,

Sometimes, "the wilderness,"--

H o w s w e et t o f e e l H e'll k n o w ant1 ~ i v e

The s ta t e tha t mos t wi ll b les s

T h e n l e t u s l e a v e i t a l l w i t h H i m ,

A s s ur e d t h a t , c om e w h a t m a y ,

O u r F a t h e r k n o w s j us t w h a t w e need

U p o n o u r p i l ~ r i m - w a y .

Nny

l R i

.

COM E

NOT, DEAR HEART

C om e n ot . tlca r I l ~ ~ r t ,hen 1 nm tlead,

T o w ea ve t hy ~ a r l a n d s ountl my heat],

R u t w l i i l ~ liv e s ~ n t lm e rose,

O r

e 'en th e I iunlblcs t f lower th at b lows,

'T\\*ill ser ve

t o

te l l me of t hy love,

Pu re love t l ln t comes f rom Heaven above .

April ,

I n 7

29


18/52

THE W O R D O F

TRUTH

The Wortl of Truth is l ike a stninetl-glass wintlow

r a r e ,

We s tan t l ou ts ide an t1 r aze , bu t see no beauty the re ,

No fa i r des ign , nau ght bu t confus ion we beholc l;

T i s on ly f rom wi th in th e g lory wi l l unfolcl ,

And he who would t lr ink in th e r ap tur e of t he v iew

M ~ s t l im b t h e w i n d in g s t ai r, t h e p o rt a l e n t er

th rough .

The sac red door of Tru th ' s ca the t l r a l i s mos t low,

A n d a l l w h o fa in w ou ld e n t e r th e r e t h e k n ee mu s t

bow

In deep humil i ty . Bu t once ins i tl r , the l igh t

O f d a y s t r e a m s t h r o u g h a n d m a k e s e a c h c o lo r l ie av -

e n 1 b r i ~ h t ,

The Maste r 's g rea t des ign we see , our han t l s

we

r a i s e

In re vere nt ec stas y of wonder , love ant1 pra ise

NOT

NOW,

Y

HILD

"Fa th e r , lonx to spread Thy b lesset l Tr u th o'er

lantl ant1 sea "

I l i s t e n , a n d t h e r e c o me s t o me

His answer , tender , loving, milt l ,

"Not now, My child."

" F a t h er , m y h e a r t i s s a d ,

I

f a in woul t l l eave th is

wilderness,

Go for th , ea rth ' s g roan ing ones t o b le ss "

I

h e a r a e a i n H i s a n s w e r mi l d .


"F a th e r ,

I

y e a r n t o b r e a k t h e s e f l e s h l y f e t t e r s a n d

b e f r e e ,

A s p a n t s t h e h a r t ,

I

p a n t f o r T h ee "

His voice , how sweet, how tender , mild,


"Fa the r . Th y wi ll be done,

I

humbly leave it all wit11

Thee,

T h o u k n o w e s t w h a t i s b e s t f o r me "

1

hea r His vo ice ,

FO

low, so n~ i l t l ,

"Come now, My chiltl."

Jnnunry 28 19 6

3

T IS I S M Y W I L L F O R THEE

J u s t t o h e a r my t le a r Ma s t e r s a y ,

"This i s my wi l l fo r thee ;"

Then to whispe r the ( la rk n igh t t l l rough ,

"This is His will for me."

J u s t t o k e e p i n t h e n a r ro w w a y ,

Painful howe'er i t be ,

Just to follow Him day by c lay-

All shall be well with me.

J u s t t o j o y fu l ly b e a r t h e p a in ,

A l l t h a t

He

senrleth me,

Jus t to suf fe r the scorn an t1 shame-

T r u s t w h e re I cannot see .

Jus t to hea r , when the c lay seems long ,

"This i s My wi ll f o r thee ;"

Then s l ial l m y fa i th ant1 love grow s t ron g ,

Knowing H is wi ll f o r me.

O h , t o h e a r , w h e n t h e w o r k i s d o n e ,

"Th is is My will fo r thee-

Fa i th and Pa t ience and love have won-

S i t

in

M y th rone wi th Me "

October 12 191

THE

SOLITARY WAY

A las h o w f e w ma y k no w th e g ra c e i t t a k e s

l 'o t r ead the so l i ta ry way Alone

Ah, yes , a lone No o the r hum an he a r t

Can unc ler s tand the n ameless so r rows the re -

The n igh ts in weeping spent , and ye t , when dawns

T h e d a y , t o g r e e t t h e w o r ld w i th r a d i a n t s mi l e ,

And sca t te r sunsh ine whi le you whispe r low

To your poor hea r t , "Cans t b ea r a l i t t l e more?"

Alone Poor hea r t , and dos t thou quest ion , W hy?

D o st t h i n k i t s t r a n g e t h a t t h o u m u s t w a l k t h i s w a y ?

A h , n o T h o u d o s t b u t fo l lo w in H i s s t e p s

Who went be fore , and of the people the re

W as none with Him Alon e? Ye t not a lone--

Ha th no t thy b le ssed Lord

and

Maste r sa id ,

"My

presence sha l l go wi th thee ?" Ah, my soul ,

No longer , then, a soli tary way

December 24 1813

3


19/52

IN EVERYT HING GIVE

THANKS

We thank Thee, Lord, for raiment, and we thank

Thee for our food.

We thank Thee fo r- & shelter.

0

Thou Giver of

. .

All Good;

We thank Thee for the day on which our eyes first

saw the light,

We give Thee thanks for every sense, for hearing

and for sight.

We thank Thee for the sunshine. and we thank Thee

for the rain,

We thank Thee for the pleasure and we thank Thee

for the oain.

We thank %ee for the friends we've won, and for

the friends we've lost,

We thank Thee for the heart-aches which these sep-

arations cost.

We thank Thee for the tender love which makes us

clearly see

That every severed heart-string hath but drawn us

nearer Thee.

We thank Thee for forgiveness when we fail in

word or deed,

We praise Thee for sufficient grace in every time

of need.

We thank Thee, blessed Father , fo r the gif t of Thy

dear Son,

We thank Thee and we praise Thee for the victory

He won.

We thank Thee for His righteousness, His robe so

pure and white,

We praise Thee that , when clothed in it, we're blame-

less in Thy sight.

We thank Thee. Oh, we praise Thee for Thy good

and precious Wortl,

We bless Thee for the wondrous faith its promises

have stirred.

We thank Thee fo r the glorious Hope of Immor-

tality-

Our hearts are longing, Lord, with Thee to dwell

eternally

We thank Thee for "That Servant," for the love of

each tlear Saint,

We bless Thee for their fellowship when heart ant1

strength grow faint.

And thus we give Thee thanks, dear Lord, for each

and every thing,

And pray that Thou wilt keep us safe beneath Thy

sheltering wing

October 1914

GETHSEMANE

Gethseinane The Garden's lonely shade the world's

Redeemer sought that night. He went alone to pray

For grace and strengtll to drink the last drop in His

Cup.

Great souls crave solitude in sorrow's hour. Not e'en

His well-belored three might share the sacredness

Of th at deep woe--He bade them tar ry, while He

went

A littl e fart he r on, and fell upon His face.

Gethsemane A solitary place, apart,

No mortal feet may press in sympathy tha t dark,

Encrimsoned earth. No human hand the fevered

brow

May cool, no other heart can share its agony,

No voice but God's may break the solemn silence

there-

A place where every soul must drink alone the

up

The Father's hand hath poured, and given to His

child.

Gethsemane

A desert place, alone, apart?

Ah, no The anguished hear t doth never cry in vain

To Him who marks the smallest sparrow when it

falls,

Fo r He shall send His Angel with the, message, "Fear

Thou not, for I am wlth thee I will ne'er forsake

Nor let thee fail My rig ht hand shall uphold, My

love,

My power shall keep thee, even to t he b itt er end "

February 8

1913


20/52

P R A Y E R

Heavenly Fa the r , Holy One ,

May Thy will in us be ( lone;

Make our hea r t s submiss ive , meek ,

Le t us ne 'e r o ur own way seek .

Loving Savior , we would be

E v e r mo r e a n d mo r e l i k e T h e e ,

F ree f rom pr ide an t1 se l f -des i r e ,

Fe rvent wi th a ho ly f i r e .

J e s u s , M a s t e r , w e w o u l d b e a r

I n T h y s u f f e ri n g s a s h a r e ;

He lp us , Lord , to fo l low Thee ,

I I e a v y t h o u g h t h e c r o s s ma y b e.

Fil l us with Divinest love,

W i t h T h y s p i r i t f r o m a b o v e ,

Ma y w e p a t i e n t l y e n d u r e ,

T r u s t i n g i n T h y p r o mis e s u r e .

Blessecl Lord, Thy sa ints defend,

W a tc h in g o ' er t h e m to t h e e n d ;

D a y b y d a y t h e i r f a i t h i n c r e as e ,

K e e p t h e m i n T h y p e r f e c t p e a c e ;

Comfor t , s t r engthen , gu ide and b le ss

Lead them through the wi lde rness ,

And when Thy c lue t ime shall come,

Ga the r a l l Th y loved ones home.

1900

IF

I f I c a n w a r m w i th L o v e s o me lo n e ly h e a r t ,

H o p e' s l u s t r e t o s o me l i s tl e s s e y e i m p a r t ;

I f c a n ma k e

a

s t r a i g h t p a t h f o r t h e l am e ,

O r f a n s o m e s m o ld e ri n g F a i t h t o f e r v e n t f l a m e ;

I f m a y h e l p s o m e f a l t e r i n g f o o t t o k ee p

T h e p a in f u l, n a r r o w w a y , t h o u g h r o u g h a n d s t e e p ;

I f Thou , dea r Lord , wi l t use me , even me ,

T o d r a w s o me t r e mb l in g s o u l mo r e c los e t o T h e e ;

I f , w h e n t h e e n d o f a l l t h i n g s i s a t h a nd ,

My f e e b l e e ff o r t s ma y h e lp o n e t o s t a n d ;

I f I ma y l i v e t o m a k e T r u t h ' s me s s a g e p l a i n,

Ah then , ' tw i l l ne 'e r be sa id , m y l i f e w as va in .

April 16 9 8

34

"THINK I T N O T S T R A N G E "

Pet. 4 : I6

Thin k i t 1101 str an ge , beloved,

When t iercely burns the f iery f lame

Think i t no t s t r ange , bu t p ra ise I - l i s name ,

W h o c o u n t s t h e e w o r th y t o p a r t a k e

Of pa infu l suf fe r ing s for H IS sake .

N o r t h in k i t s t r a n g e

When love t l ones scornfu l f rom thee tu rn ,

T h e T r u th r e j e c t , t h e me s s ag e s p u r n ;

Cons ide r Him who thus endured ,

And Immor ta l i ty secured

Think i t not s tminge, beloved,

I f somet imes eve ry door seem c losed ,

Antl a l l thine effor ts be opposetl ,

But ca lmly wa i t in pa t ience t i l l

The Maste r sha l l r evea l His wi l l .

N o r t h in k i t s t r a n g e

When da rke r g rows the "na r row wayy ' -

P ress on , thy Mas te r soon sha l l say ,

"Enough, My child, thou hast well c lone,

Come, ente r in, the I ' rize is won "

DO

IF WE

COULD BUT

KNOW

Woul t l ta sks eve r seem too ha rd ,

I f

we knew tha t tomor row 's sun

Woult l a r i se upon hant ls th a t w ere fo lt le (l a t r e s t

With the i r l i f e -work foreve r done?

Dost th ink we woult l eve r w ea r

An impa t ien t look on the f ace ,

I f we knew th a t o ur lovet l ones e re c lose of t he da y

Would l ie c lasped in death 's cold embrace?

Ah me woul(l we eve r f ea r

O r g r o w f a in t i n t h e d a r k e n in g w a y ,

I f w e on ly could know how s ho r t tha t b le s t whi le

T i ll t h e n ig h t s h o u ld b e t u rn e d t o d a y ?

A h t h e n l e t o u r f a i t h b e s tr o n g

our b y h o u r l i v e a s t h o u g h w e knew

Let u s f igh t th e good f igh t , l e t us love to t he end ,

Shoult l our ( lays be m any o r f ew

hlny

9 6

5


21/52

ALMOST HOME

My f ra i l ba rqu e rude ly tosses on th e sea ,

In te r ror , Lord , f eeb ly c ry to Thee ,

" I n c re a s e m y f a i t h , a s d a r k e r g r o w s t h e n ig h t ,

O h , ma k e me s t r o n g i n T h e e a n d i n T h y mig h t "

H e h e a r s m y p r a y e r , H e a n s w e r s , w i th a s mi le ,

"We're a lmo st home, h ave fa i th a l i t t le while ''

N o r s u n n o r m o o n n o r a n y s t a r

is

seen ,

N o t e 'e n t h e f a in t e s t r i f t o f b l u e b e tw e e n ;

The ch i l l ing wa te r s deepe r , da rke r f low,

The s torm-c louds lower , th e winds mo re wi ld ly

blow-

Ye t ha rk Above the s t r i f e His vo ice, so mi ld ,

Be brave, be stro ng, we 're a lm ost home, M y hild "

Do eag e r hnntl s l ie fo lded on th y breas t ,

A n d h a t h t h e L o rd o f H a r v e s t b id t h e e r e s t ?

D o s t s e e t h e h a p p y l a b o re r s g o b y ,

N o r c a n s t r ef r ai n a t e a r o r l o n g in g s i g h ?

Be ca lm, poor he a r t , and s ink in to His wi ll-

"We're a lmo st home, de ar child, le an ha rde r sti l l "

A L I T T L E WHILE

H ow l o n ~ ,

0

ord, till

I

a m m e e t

T o h o l t l w i th T h r e c o n ~ mu n i o n w e e t ?

H o w l o n ~ n t i l T h in e e y e s s h a l l s e e

The Spi r it ' s f ru i t s complete in

me?

W h e n s h a l l

I

come to Thee , my Lord ,

A s p ro mi se t l i n T h y b l e s se d W o r d ?

W h e n s h a l l I s e e T h e e a s T h o u a r t ,

A n d s a t i s f y m y l o n g i ng h e a r t ?

Ah, then , how m ean wi l l seem these toys ,

These t r ans i to ry , ea r th ly joys

H o w s h o r t a p p e a r t h i s d r e a r y w a y ,

W h e n n ig h t h a t h t u r n e d t o e n d l e s s d a y

Then , peace , my soul , be s t rong , my hea r t ,

A nt l b r a v e ly s t r i v e t o d o t h y p a r t ,

"A l i t t l e while ," H e soon shall come,

And say, "Enough, m y child, come home "

Novcmbcr 22

9

6

P E R F E C T T H R O UG H S U F F E R I N G

If

He t he ho ly , ha~ m le ss , in le ss Ol ie,

Must nee t l s be pe r fec ted th rough suf fe r i r~g ,

Woulc ls t thou then seek to t r ead a p a th le ss s teep

To reach Heaven 's go a l and win thy Fa th e r ' s sm i le?

Ah, no hIy soul , when pa in and sor row c ros s

Thy thre shol t l , be thou swif t to we lcome them,

Then whispe r low wi th in thy hea r t o f hea r t s ,

"Anothe r oppor tun i ty to show

My King how much

I

love, what

I

c a n b e a r

F o r H i m " Antl

as

the wea ry ( lays go by ,

Cl ing c lose r to the hand tha t wount i s thee so ,

Lean ha rde r on the breas t o f Hin l who loves

Thee , even a s H e love tl H is on ly SOII ;

Ant l p ray , " l , 0 rd , spa re me not , burn ou t a l l d ross ,

L e t n o th in g b u t t h e p u r e s t g o ld r e ma in ,

And he lp me in the ho t te s t f i r e ho ld s t i l l .

D o T h o u , g r e a t lAal) ic l is t , r ind on, that

May pe r fec t ly r e f lec t the g lor ious l igh t

Of Love Divine

O h , f i t m e f o r s o me p l a ce

With in T hy royal t l ia t lem to shine "

Jarlunry 28

1918

GONE HOME

I n

Memory of My

Beloved

Pastor)

Golie home To b e fore ver with the Lortl,

Whi te - robed and c lo thed wi th Imn~or ta l i ty ,

Behold ing face to f ace Jeho vah Cod.

Gone homp Al l sor row, tea r s and anguis h le f t

Behind.

Tis f inished, a l l the sacr if ice ,

And, f a i th fu l un to dea th , he hea r s , "Well done ,

Come, ente r tho u in to th e promised joy "

Wh a t messaxe would "our shephe rd" send to us,

T o u s w h o w a i t t h i s s id e t h e p a r t i n g v a i l ?

"Be brave , be s t rong , weep no t , have fa i th in Cod,

T h e f i el ds a r e w h i t e t o h a r v e s t , g o y e f o r t h ,

And, even a s ou r Mas te r sa id , 'Lo, I

Am with you a lways, even to the end, '

So sha l l

m y

lov ing presence go wi th you ,

Unt i l ye too sha l l h ea r H is swee t 'We l l done '

Then the r e sha l l be o ne Sheph erd and one f lock ,

Ant l a l l r e jo ice toge the r wi th the

Lord."

November 1, 9 6

37


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Y

PRAYER

His eyes f rom tears , h i s fee t f rom fa l l ing an t1

his

sou l f rom dea th

Be Thou to h im a S un and Shield in Satan 's da rkest

Al mi aht y God, the Lord of bein:: thro ne, \ af ar ,

hour,

Source

Let angel hosts encamp about h is going out an11 in*

And Cen te r of e a c h s p h e r e , h e a r T h o u

in

Heaven ,

B~ day, by

totbay, tomorrow and forev ermore,

Thy clwellina place,

1x1 Jesus ' nam e. Am en

A

humble suppliant ' s prayer Oh, b less ant i keep May 19 7

and guard ant1 guide

The ' 'man in l inen wi th the wr i t e r ' s inkhorn by h i s

L ~ ~ ~

H,

MRD,

HOW LONG?"

I

s ide :

-

Oh. hol \ h i m closely t o T h y h e a r t , be n e a t h T h y

t e n n g w l n g ,

How lox~g, Oh, Lor d, how

And

se t h im , Heaven ly Fa the r ,

as

a sea l up011 Th ine

Shal l weakness sewe the s t ro1lK: '

arm

HOW long shal l M i g h t m ? k e I W h t 1

A n d d a r k n e s s h a t e t h e

light?

Oh, c leanse f rom secre t fau l t s , f ro m s in s p resump-

tuous keep baclr ,

A n d m a k e h i s h e a r t a s p u r e a s t h a t s w e e t f l o w e r of

Eastert i t le .

Oh , keep h im m eek and lowly , humbly ly ing a t Thy

fee t .

A broke11 ant1 emptied vessel , ior the Master 's use

made meet .

Oh, touch his lip s wi th coal of f ir e fro m off 'L'hine

a l t a r , Lo rd ,

A s h e s h a l l s e e k T h y T r u t h t o s p e a k a n d h o n o r T h y

dear name.

0 blesset l Jesus , s t retch in wondrous love Thy pi ty-

inn hand.

And gen t ly l ead the "man tha t is Th y fel low" in the

way

Thine own dea r fee t have trod . Oh , ma ke h im more

and more l ike Thee

Thou chiefes t of ten thousand, al tog ether lovely One

Fulfi l Jo him Thy promise, if he suffer , he shal l

relrm.

A n d w h e 6 h i s e o u rs e i s f i n is h e d, m a y h e h e a r T h y

sw eet "Well Done "

As y earns th e mo ther' s hear t to sh ie ld f rom every i ll

her chiltl ,

So fn in would

I

bu t I a m weak , m y Fa th er , ( lo Thou

How long, Oh, Lord , how long

Ti l l Tru th sha l l c ru sh th e wrong ,

Ti l l i l a rkness tu rn to day ,

A n d s o r r o w f l e e a w a y ?

How lonl: till wa rs shall cease,

Th is tu rmo i l en ( \ in peace?

How long the s in-cursecl Earth

Awai t her second b i r th?

How long, Lort l . must

I

feel

The proutl oppressor's heel-

I 'm we ary of the n ight ,

I

long fo r morn ing l igh t

I

long to see Thy face ,

I

long for Thine embrace-

How long, Lord, till 1 come

To my long-promised holne?

No t long, m y hild, not long,

Be brave, be t rue, be s t rong

T h e D a y - s t a r d o t h a p p e a r ,

The Kingdom d raweth near

Look up, my chiltl, look up,

The las t drop 's in thy CUP

Trus t where thou cans t no t see-

I soon wil l cal l f or thee

January 19

9 3

39


23/52

0,

HOU O F LITTLE

F ITH

"

0, hou of l i t t le fai th , why t los t thou fear : '

Th e temp est h at h no power w11e11 an1 ricar;

W i l l n o t t h e a n g r y w a v e s

be

s t i l l a t R ly co t l~man t l?

St ep out , I ' ll ho ld th y hantl ,

Th en , wh ere fo re d o s t th o u f ea r?

0 th o u o f l i t t l e f a i th , wh y d o s t th o u c lo u bt?

D o t h n o t M i n e A n g e l c o m p a s s t h e e a b o u t ?

A r e n o t M y F a t h e r ' s p r o m i s e s a s s u r e t o th e e

A s t h e y h a v e pr ov ed t o M e ?

Th en , wh ere fo re d o s t th o u

d o u b t ?

0 hou of l i t t le fai th , wh at ( los t thou t lrcat l?

Are

not the lilies clotlled, the sparrows Tecl'

Heed n o t th e wo rld , n o r marv e l th a t i t I l a tc th th w ,

Fo r so i t h a ted Me-

Wh at , th e r e fo re , d o s t th o u d read ?

0,

h o u o f l i t t l e f a i th , wh y ( lo s t th o u sh r in k ?

W h y d o s t t h o u t r e m b l e a t t h e r i ve r 's b r i n k ?

O h, h a r k A bo ve i t s t u m u lt s w e et ly s o u ~ ~ d sy "Come,

T h o u a r t n o t f a r f r o m h o me ,

T h e n, w h e r e fo r e w o u ld s t t ho u ~ h r i n k ? "

January

20

1906

R ST

"ARE YE ABLE?"

Are y e ab le to walk

in

t h e n a rr o w , s t r a i t w a y ,

W i t h n o f r ie n d b y y o u r s i de , a n d n o a r m f o r y o u r

s t a y ?

C a n y e b ra v el y g o o n t h r o u gh t h e d a r k e n i n g n i g h t ?

C an y e p a t ien t ly wai t t i l l th e Lo rd sen d s th e L ig h t?

Are y e ab le to c ru sh y o u r so u l ' s lo n g in g fo r Lo v e ,

Will y e seek fo r n o f rien d sh ip sav e th a t f ro m ab o v e?

Can ye pa ss th roug h t h is wor ld , lone, unnoticed ,

un-

known,

Wh i le y o u r f a i th f a in t ly wh isp er s , "He k n o weth

His

own?''

Wh ere th e f ee t o f t h e B lessed On e s to o d , can y e

s t a n d

C an y e fo l lo w Hi s s tep s to a w i ld ern ess lan d ?

A r e y e a b le t o c a s t a s i d e p le a s u re a n d f a m e ?

C an y e l iv e b u t to g lo r i fy H is p r ec io u s n ame?

C an y e sm i le a s H is d ear v o ice say s ten d er ly "No,"

When "the field is so whi te ," an d y o u r h ear t y earn s

t o g o ?

Can ye res t then in s i lence, contented and s t i l l ,

T i ll v o u r Lo rd. t h e C h ief R eap er , r ev ea le th H is w i l l?

A r e y e a b l e t o l a y o n t h e A l t a r 's p u r e f l a m e

Th at mo s t t r easu red p o ssess ion , y o u r p r ice les s g o o d

Th e r es t o f f a i th Ho w wo r~ t l ro u sH7cc.

n a m e

E a c h tr i a l ancl e ac h ~ r i e fo lllect,

C a n y e a s k of y o u r F a t h e r a b less in g fo r th o se ,

Upheld by th at suf l icient grace, w h o s e e n a u g h t i n y o u r l i f e b u t t o s c o rn a n d o p p o se ?

T h a t t r u s t s H i m w h e r e i t c a n n o t tr a c e .

W h e n t h e c o n f l i c t t w i x t E r r o r a n d T r u t h f i e r c e r

Th e re st of peace W ith mint1 so stuyecl,

T h a t a s t h e s ea -b ir ds , u ~ ~ a l r a i t l ,

Up o n th e s to r~ n y eep cio s leep ,

M y s o u l a n i n m o s t c lm cloth keep.

Th e r es t o f lov e W h at h o ly l~ i ia s ,

T h a t I I e i s m i n e, a n d 1

urn

His

It swee ten s ev ery b i t te r cu p ,

I t b id s my tea r-d immed ey es lo ok u p ;

It s at is fi es m y h u n ~ r y e a rt ,

An d m ak es th i s l i f e of H eav en a pirrt

Oh blessed res t of fai th and peace.

Oh re s t of love th at ne 'er shall cease.

May

9 6

g ro ws ,

Can ye y ield th e s tron g b'Sword" a ga ins t unnumber-

e d f o e s ?

C an y e l i f t u p th e "S tan d ard " e en h ig h er a n d h ig h er ,

Wh i le H is p r a i ses y e s in g in th e mid s t o f th e f i r e?

Wh en y e see th e Lo rd ' s cau se g o in g d own t o d efea t ,

Wi l l y o u r co u rag e en d u re in th e sev en - fo ld h ea t?

Will y o u r f a i th k eep y o u s tead fas t , th o u g h h e ar t an d

f lesh f a i l

As th e New C rea tu re p asses b en ea th th e las t "Vei l?"

Ah, if thus ye can dr ink of t he Cu p He shall pour ,

And if never the Ba nne r of Tru th ye would lower ,

HIS Belovetl y e are , an t1 His crown ye sha ll wear ,

In H is Thone y e s l lal l s i t , an t1 His Glory sha ll share


24/52

THEREWAS ALSO A STRIFE AMONG

THEM

.

.

uke 23:2

A la s t h a t i n H i s la s t , s a d sa c r ed h o u r s on e a r t h ,

Th e re should be s t r i f e am ong t he h la s te r ' s c l losen

twelve,

A s t r i f e to be the gre a te s t , seek ing sel f ish ends ,

Ignor in g the i r sw ee t p r iv i lege to n l in ih te r

Unto their Lord, in this , His t ime of sacli lest need.

Ah, me th a t He , the Alpha and Onlegi t, F i r s t

And Las t , in lowl iness mus t wash the i r ( lus t - s ta ined

fee t ,

To show th a t h e who sc rve th mos t in chie f of a l l

Ah, then shall we not c la ily watch antl humbly pr ay

T ha t no def i l ing "root of bit ter i less" spr in): up

Sha l l we seek se lf ish honours he re , o r r a th e r wa i t

Unt i l we reach th e o the r s ic le , where He , our King ,

Sha l l sen t u s in His th ro ne , exa l t His lowly Uri tle

Dea r Lord , Oh, mak e us gen t le , merc i fu l and wise,

H e lp u s i n h o n o u r e a c h t h e o t h e r t o p r e f e r,

Fu l f il l ing th us th e law of .Chr is t , the law of Love

ugust

8.

1917

THY WILL E

DONE

My Lord, Thy will not mine be c lone;

Wha teve r pa th Thy love s l la l l choose for me ,

Thr ou gh de se r t sand s , o r i f bes ide the sea,-

Thy wi l l be done

Oh, may Thy wi l l in me be c lone :

Should "haw es t" labor be fo r me Thy wi ll ,

O r if I m ay b ut suffer nntl be st i ll ,-

Thy will be done

My

Fa the r , le t Thy wi l l be ( lone :

I f s w e e t t h e c u p T h o u p o u r e st f o r me t o t l ri nk ,

1'11 praise Thee, but if bitter, 1'11 not shrink,-

Thy will be c lone

F o r e v e r m a y T h y w i l l b e d o ne :

I would not choose ,

I

leave it all with Thee,--

Th e p i lg r image , i f shor t o r long it be,-

Thy will be done

1902

4

TH

TIME,

M Y SOUL IS

SHOIlT

No t ime to l inge r by the way ,

No t ime for ease , no t ime f o r play ;

No t i me f or ea~. tI i ly oves or joys,

N o t ime f o r w o r ld ly c a r e s o r t o y s ,

T l le t ime , my soul , i s ~ h o r t

No t ime to murmur or compln in ,

No t im e to heetl th e I lear t's ( lul l pain;

No t ime f or tea r s o r n lournfu l song,

N o t im e t o a s k , Ho w f a r ?

I-low long ?-

The t ime, Iny soul, is shor t

Ah, yes, ' t is shor t-just t inle enoug h

T o r u n thy course , so s teep an tl rough ,

Ju s t t ime t o r ea p " the t ie lt ls ," so whi te ,

Before the com ing of t hc "n igh t, "

Just time, my soul, just tinre

J u s t t ime t o ma k e t h y h e a r t mq f e P u re ,

J u s t t ime t o ma k e t h y " c a l i n ~

sure ,

J u s t t ime t o e n t e r t h r o u g h

t he

door,"

'so r e ign wi th C hr is t fo r eve rmore-

Just t ime, my soul, jusl t ime

October 28 1012

_ . -

THE G0LL)EN

A G E

-

The Golden Age of Krophecy, by holy men fore told,

W h e n R ig h t s h a l l - t r ~ u m p h ' er t h e W r o n g o f c e n tu r -

ies gro wn olc l;

W h e n i n t h e d e s e r t s p r i n g s b r e a k f o r t h , w a s t e s

b l o s s o l ~ ~s t h e r o se ,

A n d h e a l th a n d h a p p in es s a r e b o r n e o n e v e r y b r e e ze

th a t b lo w s ;

When S in and Dea th sha l l pass awa y and eve ry

h u m a n h e a r t

Be f i l led wi th Love un t i l th i s Ea r th sha l l seem of

Heaven a p a r t .

*

Ah then , poor Wor lt l , come dry yo ur tea r s and

banish eve ry f ea r?

Lif t up your heads, re joice ant1 sing- the Gulden A ge

is

here

September

7

9 9

43


25/52

BE THOU FAITHFUL UNTO DEATH

F a i t h f u l w h e n w i t h t e a r s t h i n e e y e s a r e c l i ~ n ,

F a i t h f u l w h e n J o y 's c u p o 'e r fl ow s i t s b r i m ;

F a i t h f u l w h e n C o d s e e m s t o v e i l His face ,

F a i t h f u l w h en H e c r o w n s t h y w o r k w i t h g r a c e.

Fa i th fu l , though thy lovec l ones tu rn asitle,

L i p s t h a t p r a i s e d t h e e o nc e, i n harshness chi t lc;

F a i t h f u l , t h o u g h s u c c e s s e n w r e a t h e t h y b r o w ,

Fa i th fu l , shou ld the wor ld befo re thee bow.

Fa i th fu l t i l l ha th f l ed l i fe ' s f l ee t inn b rea th ,

E a g e r h a n d s l i e f o l d e d s t i l l i n d e a t h .

"Fa ithf ul un to death " Lord , clay by clay,

H e l p m e t h u s t o k e e p t h e n a r r o w w a y

St reng then me to bear the sco rn an t1 sh :~me-

P o r t io n o f a l l t h o s e w h o t a k e T h y n a m e .

"Fai th ful unt o death " W hen al l is clone,

C r o s s i s c h a n g e d t o C r o w n , t h e v i c t or y w o n ,

L e t m e h e a r T h e e s a y , 0 blessecl Lord,

" Ch il d, c o m e e n t e r i n t o t h y r e w a r d

F a i t h f u l t h o u h a s t b e e n , c o m e s h a r e \r ith Me

Glory, Ho nor, Imm ortal i ty "

October 10

9 2

FAITH

T o follow wh ere :In un seen C;~p t:iin c:uls,

T o heetl c o ~ n ~ ~ l a n ~ l sn he ar tl l ~ y n o r t ; ~ lat.,

T o b a t t l e w i t h

a

known, yet unseeit foc-

A h T h i s i s f a i th .

To choose the r igh t when o the rs th ink you \vr tlnC ,

T o s t a n d f o r T r u t h w h il e E r r o r l a u g h s i n s c o r n,

T o t r e a d t h e l o ne ly w a y u n t o t h e e n d-

Y e s T h i s t a k e s f a i t h .

T o w e a r

a

smi le where you rece ive bu t f ro \vns ,

T o k i s s t h e h a n d t h a t w o un il s y o u r p o o r I ~ c ; ~ t . to,

And ,p ray fo r those who ia in your l i fe wou lc l take-

A h T h i s i s f a i t h.

T o fix your eye s on th a t wi th in th e vei l ,

Your hear t ' s t levo tion se t on th inc s ahovc ,

To wait with pat ience t i l l Gotl cal ls you Iinmc--

Fa i th 's v ictory \\ .on

Mny

1 1917

LIKE AS A FATHER PITIETH

The n igh t i s so ( l a rk , and t he wa y seem s so long ,

As we sad ly and wear i ly s t rugg le a lo l ig ,

So o f ten w e s tumble , so f requen t ly fa l l ,

And the fe ar o f t as sa i l s , "Sha l l we fail, a f t e r a l l ? "

P oo r h e a r t s w e f o r g e t t h a t t h e Ma s t e r a b o ve

Ever watche th each s t ep in H is in i in i te love ,

A nt\ li k e a s a f a t h e r d o t h p i t y , t h e L o r d

E v e r p i ti e s a l l t h os e w h o d o t r u s t i n H i s W o r d .

No t ea r ever fa l l s , when th e hear t ' s woun tl i s so re ,

But the Lort l' s tent ler he: lr t keenly suffered th e more;

No cup His hand pours , wh ich H e f il ls to the b r im ,

Bu t His own lov ing l ip s wer e p res sed f i r s t to i t s r im .

N o n i g h t c a n b e d a r k e r t h a n t h a t w h i c h H e k n e w ,

Antl no wate rs be t l eeper than those H e passed

th rough .

All then , when th y c ross seems too heavy to bear ,

Gh , remember thy Lord do th know, l i ly and care

ctober 23 1814

T o a r m s T o a r m s T h e e n e m y a p p r o a c he s

T o a r m s T o a r m s O u r w i l y f o e is near .

To a rm s No t igno ran t of h i s dev ices,

T o a r m s T o a r m s A d v a nc e w i t h o u t a f e a r

To a r m s T o a r m s B u t n o t w i t h c a r n : ~ lweapons

To arm s Talce up the Spiri t 's Two-eclged Sword

To a rms P u t on th e Heln le t o f Sa lva t ion ,

T o a r m s T o

ight

f o r T r u t h a n d f o r t h e L o rd

To a rms To a rm s Ta ke every p iece o f a rmor

T o a r n ~ s T o a r m s L a y ev e ry w e i g h t a si de

T o a r m s T o a r m s O u r Cap ta in goes befo re u s ,

We 'l l fo l low Him, wha tever m ay be t ide

To a rms To a rms Ten thousand ' round thee fa l l ing

To arm s Hav e fa i th in Go tl , and watch and p ray

To a rms

To

a r m s T o h i m t h a t o ve r c om e t h,

Crown o f Li fe tha t fa t l e lh no t away


26/52

THE

HEAVENLY

BRIDEC;lt00Al

T h a t I I e i s m i n e a n d

I

am I l i a , 011 worid ro~~. ;

t h o u r h t .

I

am

so poor, SO w e a k s o l ow l y, c a n t h e r e a u g h t

Of w or th iness in m e be foun t1 th a t H e shou ld love

A n d s e e k me f o r H i s B r i d e ? I h e a r

His

voice,

M

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