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Page 27 - He always wins who sides with God, To him no chance is lost : God's will is sweetest to him when It triumphs at his cost. Ill that God blesses is our good, And unblest good is ill ; And all is right that seems most wrong, If it be his dear will...
Page 116 - He hides Himself so wondrously, As though there were no God ; He is least seen when all the powers Of ill are most abroad. Or He deserts us at the hour The fight is all but lost; And seems to leave us to ourselves Just when we need Him most. Yes, there is less to try our faith, In our mysterious creed, Than in the godless look of earth, In these our hours of need.
Page 104 - Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways True absolution and release ; And bless us, more than in past days, With purity and inward peace. Through life's long day and death's dark night, 0 gentle Jesus, be our Light.
Page 251 - Where loyal hearts, and true, Stand ever in the light, All rapture through and through, In God's most holy sight...
Page 118 - God's glory is a wondrous thing, Most strange in all its ways, And, of all things on earth, least like What men agree to praise. As He can endless glory weave From what men reckon shame, In His own world He is content To play a losing game.
Page 215 - Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.
Page 152 - A trusting heart, a yearning eye, Can win their way above ; If mountains can be moved by faith, Is there less power in love ? How little of that road, my soul!
Page 127 - If our love were but more simple, We should take him at his word, And our lives would be all sunshine In the sweetness of our Lord. Frederick...