Poems

You will not compass your poor ends...

You will not compass your poor endsOf barley-feeding and material ease,Without the poet's individualismTo work your universal.

Christmas Giving

Should we but once in all the long full yearBestow some token of the love we bear,—Love with each day new born, more sweet, more fair;Born with youth's eagerness to speak, to hear,To give, to take its proper meed of cheer?

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From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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Trinity

Beyond the sun that floods the earth with lightAnd brings the day to dawn on mortal sight,Beyond the moon that glorifies the nightAnd myriad stars that make the heavens bright,Is Life eternal, known to us as God.

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In the Forever Now

He liveth on in hearts whose deep perception Lies in the truth uplifting and divine; In deeds more noble than the world's conception He liveth on.

"A still small voice"

"Oh, where is God?

The Great Surrender

How tenderly, when we were little children,As evening came they took away our toys,Knowing that night brings rest for tired people;And as we weeping left our childish joys,How gentle were the arms then folded round us,How quiet was the voice that bade us rest,Whispered our toys would all be there tomorrowAnd sleep was best.

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Anthology of classic articles

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From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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Supply

"My meat," the Saviour said,"Is to obey.

Answered Prayer

At morn I prayed for harmony,—For light, for love, for purity;And as I prayed I seemed to feelGod would His light to me reveal.

Offertory

O new-born day, my chalice filledI bring unto thy shrine,Repentant dew from night distilledTo be transformed to wine.

Truth that Makes Free

What peace and gladness they attain Who perfect understanding gain, And cast from thought the false, but hold The facts of being that unfold! They journey no uncertain way— Love is their guide and Truth their stay.

Compelling Love

The eagle stirreth up her nest,To which the frightened fledgling clings;She drives it from the mother breastOnly that it may find its wings.

Our Home

The golden beech and cedar tree,The lily and the rose,The all-o'erfolding azure dome,—Each gift Thou dost disposeWhere it may best reflect Thy thoughtAnd make of Thy vast universeA home that knows no tear;Truth's changeless law the corner-stoneAnd Love the atmosphere.