Unitarian Thought

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Macmillan, 1911 - Unitarianism - 309 pages
 

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Page 11 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will ; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath ; Who envies none that chance doth raise...
Page 305 - For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way • Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 259 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Page 148 - We look to thee! thy truth is still the Light Which guides the nations, groping on their way, Stumbling and falling in disastrous night, Yet hoping ever for the perfect day. Yes; thou art still the Life, thou art the Way The holiest know; Light, Life...
Page 229 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Page 91 - Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou: Our wills are ours, we know not how; Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Page 203 - ONE holy Church of God appears Through every age and race, Unwasted by the lapse of years, Unchanged by changing place. From oldest time, on farthest shores, Beneath the pine or palm, One Unseen Presence she adores, With silence or with psalm.
Page 279 - ONE thought I have, my ample creed, So deep it is and broad, And equal to my every need, — It is the thought of God.
Page 110 - The word unto the prophet spoken Was writ on tables yet unbroken; The word by seers or sibyls told, In groves of oak, or fanes of gold, Still floats upon the morning wind, Still whispers to the willing mind. One accent of the Holy Ghost The heedless world hath never lost.
Page 29 - THY seamless robe conceals thee not From earnest hearts and true : The glory of thy perfectness Shines all its texture through. And on its flowing hem we read, As thou dost linger near, The message of a love more deep Than any depth of fear. And so no more our hearts shall plead For miracle and sign ; Thy order and thy faithfulness Are all in all divine.

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