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Stephen, who died while I stood b… Wrought in his death the making of… Bruised one hard heart to thought… Fitted one fighter for a nobler st… Stephen, the Saint, triumphant an…
To us it seemed his life was too s… Ended, indeed, while scarcely yet… God, with His clearer vision, saw… Was ready for a larger ministry. Just so we thought of Him, whose…
Where are all the young men? There are only grey-heads here. What has become of the young men? centered* * * * * * * This is the young men’s year!
Unnamed at times, at times unknown… Our graves lie thick beyond the se… Unnamed, but not of Him unknown;— He knows!—He sees! And not one soul has fallen in vai…
The good intent of God became the… And lived on earth—the Living Lov… That men might draw to closer touc… Since Christ in all the ways of m…
Midway between the flaming lines h… A tumbled heap of blood, and sweat… —God’s son! And none could succour him. Fi… Then that... and then another..…
Some lives are set in narrow ways, By Love’s wise tenderness. They seem to suffer all their days Life’s direst storm and stress. But God shall raise them up at le…
We thank Thee, Lord, For mercies manifold in these dark… For Heart of Grace that would not… For all the stirrings in the dead… For bold self-steeling to the time…
Each man is Captain of his Soul, And each man his own Crew, But the Pilot knows the Unknown… And He will bring us through. We break new seas to-day,—
O Exiled Hearts—for you, for you— Love still can find the way! Hear the voices of the women on th… O Shadowed Lives—for you, for you… Hope hath not lost her ray!
As It was in the Beginning,— Is Now,— And...? “No room! No room!
O, Prince of Life, Thy Life hath… All life to sweeter, loftier grace… Life’s common rounds have wider bo… Since Thou hast trod life’s commo… O, Heart of Love! Thy Tenderness
Bright stars of Faith and Hope, h… Shall shine for us through all the… For all her life was Love, and fe… Touch not the love that never dies… And Death itself, to her, was but
A wonderful Way is The King’s Hi… It runs through the Nightlands up… From the wonderful WAS, by the w… To the still more wonderful IS T… Runs The King’s High Way.
I know! I know!— The ceaseless ache, the emptiness,… The pang of loss,— The strength that sinks beneath so… “—Heedless and careless, still the…