Poems

Our God

CHARLOTTE GIRLING JENVEY

Does the way stretch sometimes lonely?

Faith

ELENORA E. PIKE

Wherever pain may seem to be,Remember this: God is; and HeWill free thee from this mortal sense,And bid disturbing fears go hence.

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Dear name—the Christ!Expression of that Love divineWhich is infinity made manifest to usThrough him we love to callOur Master, Saviour, Lord,Jesus, the Christ, th' anointed,And appointed to show forth Love's healing power.

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Grace

ABBY S. PERRY

How can we know the truth of grace divine,Unless we know a love so deep, so true,That, free from self and all demands, all signOf condemnation, we can look clear throughThe outward seeming to the image pure,Can let our love shine round it like the light,With tenderness, compassion, feeling sureThat God's reflection must be ever bright?

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Receptivity

HELEN NEWHALL WINCHESTER

The billows of all human hopeNow rise, now fall,—Symbols unsteady of a lifeApart from Truth,—E'en as a ship at sea doth ride,Its moorings loosed.

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God's Presence

JOHN GERARD LORD

I loved the night, for then it seemedThat I was nearer Thee, O Father.

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The "little book open"

MARGARET WEIR WHYTE

"And I saw another mighty angel come down from heaven, clothed with a cloud: and a rainbow was upon his head, and his face was as it were the sun, and his feet as pillars of fire: and he had in his hand a little book open.