The Hidden LifeWard & Drummond, 1895 |
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˹éÒ 103 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. 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 f For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
˹éÒ 37 - The knowledge which a man can use is the only real knowledge, the only knowledge which has life and growth in it, and converts itself into practical power. The rest hangs like dust about the brain, or dries like rain-drops off the stones.
˹éÒ 103 - Moreover as for me, God forbid that I should sin against the Lord in ceasing to pray for you...
˹éÒ 40 - O Saviour, Thou hast wept, and Thou hast loved ; And love and sorrow still to Thee may come, And find a hiding-place, a rest, a home.
˹éÒ 93 - With the wreck of their life all around them, unpitied, unheeded, alone, With Death swooping down o'er their failure, and all but their faith overthrown, While the voice of the world shouts its chorus, its...
˹éÒ 25 - Death is the crown of life. Were death denied, poor man would live in vain ; Were death denied, to live would not be life ; Were death denied, even fools would wish to die. Death wounds to cure : we fall, we rise, we reign : Spring from our fetters ; fasten in the skies; Where blooming Eden withers in our sight : Death gives us more than was in Eden lost. This king of terrors is the prince of peace.
˹éÒ 14 - ... while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen : for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal. For...
˹éÒ 53 - LIKE a blind spinner in the sun, I tread my days; I know that all the threads will run Appointed ways; I know each day will bring its task, And, being blind, no more I ask. I do not know the use or name Of that I spin: I only know that some one came, And laid within My hand the thread, and said, " Since you Are blind, but one thing you can do.
˹éÒ 93 - 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.
˹éÒ 125 - It is a favourite speculation of mine that if spared to sixty, we then enter on the seventh decade of human life, and that this, if possible, should be turned into the Sabbath of our earthly pilgrimage and spent Sabbatically, as if on the shore of an eternal world, or in the outer courts, as it were, of the temple that is above — the tabernacle in Heaven.