Britain! Our Britain! uprisen in the splendour Of your white wrath at treacheries so vile; Roused from your sleep, become once more defender Of those high things which make life worth life's while! ...
Lord, when Thou seest that my work is done, Let me not linger on, With failing powers, Adown the weary hours,-- A workless worker in a world of work. But, with a word, Just bid me home,...
We thank Thee, Lord, For mercies manifold in these dark days;-- For Heart of Grace that would not suffer wrong; For all the stirrings in the dead dry bones; For bold self-steeling to the times' dread needs;...
With hearts responsive And enfranchised eyes, We thank Thee, Lord,-- For all things beautiful, and good, and true; For things that seemed not good yet turned to good;...
Is the pathway dark and dreary? God's in His heaven! Are you broken, heart-sick, weary? God's in His heaven! Dreariest roads shall have an ending, Broken hearts are for God's mending....
We thank Thee, Lord, For all Thy Golden Silences,-- For every Sabbath from the world's turmoil; For every respite from the stress of life;-- Silence of moorlands rolling to the skies,...
I have been tried, Tried in the fire, And I say this, As the result of dire distress, And tribulation sore-- That a man's happiness doth not consist Of that he hath, but of the faith...
Soul, dost thou fear For to-day or to-morrow? 'Tis the part of a fool To go seeking sorrow. Of thine own doing Thou canst not contrive them. 'Tis He that shall give them;...
Though the times be dark and dreary, Though the way be long, Keep your spirits bright and cheery,-- --"Bide a wee, and dinna weary!" Is a heartsome song.
Each sin has its door of entrance. Keep--that--door--closed! Bolt it tight! Just outside, the wild beast crouches In the night. Pin the bolt with a prayer, God will fix it there.
Burden-bearers are we all, Great and small. Burden-sharers be ye all, Great and small! Where another shares the load, Two draw nearer God. Yet there are burdens we can share with none,...
Not what, but WHOM, I do believe, That, in my darkest hour of need, Hath comfort that no mortal creed To mortal man may give;-- Not what, but WHOM! For Christ is more than all the creeds,...