Evening brings us home,-- From our wanderings afar, From our multifarious labours, From the things that fret and jar; From the highways and the byways, From the hill-tops and the vales;...
He writes in characters too grand For our short sight to understand; We catch but broken strokes, and try To fathom all the mystery Of withered hopes, of death, of life,...
O Exiled Hearts--for you, for you-- Love still can find the way! Hear the voices of the women on the road! O Shadowed Lives--for you, for you-- Hope hath not lost her ray!...
Our feet have wandered, wandered far and wide,-- His mercy endureth for ever! From that strait path in which the Master died,-- His mercy endureth for ever! Low have we fallen from our high estate,...
By the grace of God and the courage Of the peoples far and wide, By the toil and sweat of those who lived, And the blood of those who died, We have won the fight, we have saved the Right,...
I stood, unseen, within a sumptous room, Where one clothed all in white sat silently. So sweet his presence that a pure soft light Rayed from him, and I saw--most wondrous sight!--...
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!
A wonderful Way is The King's High Way; It runs through the Nightlands up to the Day; From the wonderful WAS, by the wonderful IS, To the still more wonderful IS TO BE,-- Runs The King's High Way. ...
I know! I know!-- The ceaseless ache, the emptiness, the woe,-- The pang of loss,-- The strength that sinks beneath so sore a cross. "--Heedless and careless, still the world wags on,...
As gold is tried in the furnace, So He tries the hearts of men; And the dwale and the dross shall suffer loss, When He tries the hearts of men. And the wood, and the hay, and the stubble...