Helps by the Way |
¤ÇÒÁ¤Ô´àË繨ҡ¼ÙéÍ×è¹ - à¢Õ¹º·ÇÔ¨Òóì
àÃÒäÁ辺º·ÇÔ¨Òóìã´æ ã¹áËÅ觢éÍÁÙÅ·ÑèÇä»
©ºÑºÍ×è¹æ - ´Ù·Ñé§ËÁ´
¤ÓáÅÐÇÅÕ·Õ辺ºèÍÂ
bear beauty become begin better blessed bring burden child Christ cloud comes cross daily dark death deed divine doth dream duty earth eternal evil eyes face fail faith fall Father fear feel feet flower follow future gain give glad glory God's grace grow hand happy hath heart heaven holy hope hour human John keep labor leads light live look Lord Matt meet nature never night ourselves pain pass past path patient peace perfect PHILLIPS BROOKS pray prayer present rest rise seek serve shadow shalt shine sorrow soul spirit spring stand strength suffer sure sweet thee thine things thou thou hast thought to-day toil true trust truth turn unto voice wait walk weak whole
º·¤ÇÒÁ·Õèà»ç¹·Õè¹ÔÂÁ
˹éÒ 29 - This is life to come, Which martyred men have made more glorious For us who strive to follow. May I reach That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty, Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in diffusion ever more intense. So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.
˹éÒ 183 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think ; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
˹éÒ 18 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
˹éÒ 180 - There is no death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
˹éÒ 133 - Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen; Make the house, where gods may dwell, Beautiful, entire, and clean.
˹éÒ 87 - The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord: and he delighteth in his way. Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down: for the Lord upholdeth him with his hand.
˹éÒ 182 - Sleep is a death, O make me try, By sleeping, what it is to die; And as gently lay my head On my grave, as now my bed.
˹éÒ 57 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
˹éÒ 75 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
˹éÒ 60 - But not to-day. Then be content, poor heart! God's plans like lilies pure and white unfold. We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart, Time will reveal the calyxes of gold.