Poems

WITHIN THY HOUSE

Within thy house, O blessed pilgrim stranger,Watch well lest error creep in unaware!Hold dear its sanctity,Inviolate let it beFrom rude intrusion and earth's stagnant air!

SING ME THY SONG

Sing me a song, bright morning stars,Of holiest harmony.

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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

From Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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A SONG OF PROMISE

In the silent caverns 'neath hill and rock,In the sunbeam streaked with gold,Christ speaks to the hearts of his chosen flock,And the story ne're grows old.

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"PRAISE YE THE LORD"

Praise ye our heavenly King!Let every nation singPraise to His name.

"GREATER WORKS THAN THESE."

O Bounteous legacy! what promise this!Could we neglect or take such word amiss?

THE BETTER PART

How maz'd and drear, amid his sticks and stones,His color'd pebbles and his bits of glass.

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A spiritual perspective on politics

We've gathered a variety of guests for this series, each with wonderful spiritual insights and proof that these spiritual ideas are effective—even for something that looms large, like politics.

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Anthology of classic articles III

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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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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CONSTANCY

Ofttimes the daily current of my lifeDoth seem so clogged with error, that I fainWould break a clearer channel, where the strifeAnd fret of endless conflict, and the painOf beating 'gainst the rocks that long have lainWhere now my way appears, are all unknown;Where, free from every hindrance, I might gainIn depth and breadth, till perfect I had grown.