God-Full-of-Mercy, the prayer for the dead. If God was not full of mercy, Mercy would have been in the world, Not just in Him. I, who plucked flowers in the hills And looked down into all the valleys,...
God, when for sin He makes His children smart, His own He acts not, but another's part; But when by stripes He saves them, then 'tis known He comes to play the part that is His own.
The wild night comes like an owl to its lair, The black clouds follow fast, And the sun-gleams die, and the lightnings glare, And the ships go heaving past, past, past The ships go heaving past!...
I said, I will arise and work some thing, Nor be content with growth, but cause to grow A life around me, clear as yes from no, That to my restless hand some rest may bring,...
We see our Father's hand in all around; In summer's sun, and in cold winter's snow, In leafy wood, on grassy-covered ground, In showers that fall and icy blasts that blow....
Deep in the dark I hear the feet of God: He walks the world; He puts His holy hand On every sleeper -- only puts His hand -- Within it benedictions for each one -- Then passes on; but ah! whene'er He meets...
God is; God sees; God loves; God knows. And Right is Right; And Right is Might. In the full ripeness of His Time, All these His vast prepotencies Shall round their grace-work to the prime...
I faced a future all unknown, No opening could I see, I heard without the night wind moan, The ways were dark to me,-- "I cannot face it all alone O be Thou near to me!" ...
Come blest Spirit from above, Come and fill my heart with love; Love to God, and love to man, Love to do the good I can; Love to high, and love to low, Love to friend, and love to foe....
Lingerie, black pumps a navel creamy enough to drown a kitten - the clothes assemble in microwave fashion - crackle of fire - the silver pants zoom across legs with curves so caress bound...
I waited for the train at Coventry; I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge, To match the three tall spires; and there I shaped The city's ancient legend into this:'...
Gray clouds my heaven have covered o'er; My sea ebbs fast, no more to flow; Ghastly and dry, my desert shore Parched, bare, unsightly things doth show.
Go, dream no more of a sun-bright sky With never a cloud to dim! - Thou hast seen the storm in its robes of night, Them hast felt the rush of the whirlwind's might,...