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And hast Thou help for such as me… Sin-weary, stained, forlorn? “Yea then,—if not for such as thee To what end was I born?” But I have strayed so far away,
Winter hung about the ways, Very loth to go. Little Spring could not get past… Try she never so. This side,—that side, everywhere,
I trod an arduous way, but came at… To where the city walls rose fair… Above the darkening plain,—a goodl… And eagerly, while yet a great way… My eyes did seek the Gates—the Gr…
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,
Though every nerve be strained To fine accomplishment, Full oft the life fall spent Before the prize is gained. And, in our discontent
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…
You that still have your sight, Remember me!— I risked my life, I lost my eyes, That you might see. Now in the dark I go,
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,—
The wind blows shrill along the hi… —Black is the night and cold— The sky hangs low with its weight… And the drifts are deep on the wol… But what care I for wind or snow?
O God, within whose sight All men have equal right To worship Thee. Break every bar that holds Thy flock in diverse folds!
Lord, when Thou seest that my wor… Let me not linger on, With failing powers, Adown the weary hours,— A workless worker in a world of wo…
Though the times be dark and drear… Though the way be long, Keep your spirits bright and cheer… —'Bide a wee, and dinna weary!’ Is a heartsome song.
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!
God is a zealous pruner, For He knows— Who, falsely tender, spares the kn… But spoils the rose.
What shall we be like when We cast this earthly body and atta… To immortality? What shall we be like then? Ah, who shall say