Poems

RECEIVING AND GIVING

LOUISE ELIZABETH LITZSINGER.

What shall I render unto GodFor all the wealth that Love bestows?

A THANK-OFFERING

BENJAMIN JOHN WADE.

Though power in me may not abide,To praise Thee, Lord, in numbers grand,I thank Thee Thou hast not deniedThe grace to hear and understand.

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THE CHOICE

MARY JAMES ARNOLD.

A Path I chose, wherein my feet should tread;It lay before me, lily-lined and fair;Roses and sunshine, summer skies o'erhead,Sweet peace, companionship, and love, were there.

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New mercies, new blessings, new light on thy way;...

Havergal

New mercies, new blessings, new light on thy way;New courage, new hope, and new strength for each day;New notes of thanksgiving, new chords of delight,New praise in the morning, new songs in the night;New wine in thy chalice, new altars to raise;New fruits for thy Master, new garments of praise;New gifts from his treasures, new smiles from his face;New streams from the fountain of infinite grace;New stars for thy crown, and new tokens of love;New gleams of the glory that waits thee above;New light of his countenance full and unpriced;All this be the joy of thy new life in Christ.

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SINGING BELLS

STELLA E. SAXTON.

Three stemlike towers soar far aboveThe noisy street,And there they flower in singing bells;While hurrying feetAlong the path of striving men,Pause on their wayTo grapple with the beckoning day,As deep-toned swellsThe message of the singing bells—Strikes "faith," strikes "hope," strikes "courage"; thenStrikes "courage," "hope," and "faith" again!

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I may not tread the paths he trod...

A. N. Whitmarsh

I may not tread the paths he trodIn famed Judea's land,But I can walk as near to GodAs those who touched his hand;I may not climb the vine-clad hills,Nor stand on Olives' height,But when his truth my vision fills,I see a grander sight!

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GIVING

STELLA E. SAXTON.

Let me but give, dear Lord,Out of my store,What Thou hast given me—I ask no more!Even as sunbeams fareForth from the sun,So may I, too, reflectLove's sweet guerdon.

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DARKNESS DISPELLED

CHARLES C. SANDELIN.

In Love no darkness is—there shadows flee:Thou mayest rest secure in Love's embrace;Love ever present may thy refuge be,Love's morning beams may all these dreams erase.

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"KNOCKING."

KATHARINE T. PORTER.

I used to knock with face half turned awayFrom there where I would entrance find; had eyesAlone for all the world did think and say;Knocked feebly at the door; expressed surpriseIt ope'd not to my call,—that call so faint and lowI scarce heard it myself,—the world engrossed me so.

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FROM DAY TO DAY

REV. JAMES J. ROME.

Father , give me an understanding heart,That I may learn to know myself, and seeWhere I should spurn the wrong and choose the better part,And thus from sinful bondage be set free.