The Uplands of God and Other Religious Poems (Google eBook)

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A. D. F. Randolph & Company, 1883 - Christian poetry - 288 pages
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Page 125 - Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God...
Page 78 - Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow, dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face?
Page 79 - Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at that door. Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? Of labour you shall find the sum. Will there be beds for me and all who seek? Yea, beds for all who come.
Page 172 - THICHEVER way the wind doth blow * Some heart is glad to have it so ; Then blow it east or blow it west, The wind that blows, that wind is best.
Page 163 - The Cross that Jesus carried He carried as your due; The Crown that Jesus weareth, He weareth it for you.
Page 63 - Were alive with a terrible might. And the vision of all my past life Was an awful thing to face Alone with my conscience sitting In that solemnly silent place.
Page 135 - Hold the hand that is helpless, and whisper, " They only the victory win Who have fought the good fight and have vanquished the demon that tempts us within; . Who have held to their faith unseduced by the prize that the world holds on high; Who have dared for a high cause to suffer, resist, fight if need be, to die.
Page 163 - The faith by which ye see Him, The hope in which ye yearn, The love that through all troubles To Him alone will turn, The trials that beset you, The sorrows ye endure, The manifold temptations That death alone can cure...
Page 173 - And what for me were favoring breeze Might dash another, with the shock Of doom, upon some hidden rock. And so I do not dare to pray For winds to waft me on my way, But leave it to a Higher Will To stay or speed me ; trusting still That all is well, and sure that He Who launched my bark will sail with me Through storm and calm, and will not fail, Whatever breezes may prevail, To land me, every peril past, Within His sheltering heaven at last.
Page 98 - Some will hate thee, some will love thee, Some will flatter, some will slight; Cease from man, and look above thee: Trust in God, and do the right.

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