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• “Darkness is thinning”

  From the Latin by John Mason Neale
  DARKNESS is thinning; shadows are retreating;
  Morning and light are coming in their beauty; …

  Saint Gregory

• Praise

  To write a verse or two is all the praise
  That I can raise;
  Mend my estate in any wayes, …

  George Herbert

• Desire

  Thou, who dost dwell alone;
  Thou, who dost know thine own;
  Thou, to whom all are known, …

  Matthew Arnold

• Prayer and Answer

  O God, I cannot walk the Way,—
  The thorns, the thirst, the darkness,
  And bleeding feet and aching heart! …

  Oliver Huckel

• The Aim

  O Thou who lovest not alone
  The swift success, the instant goal,
  But hast a lenient eye to mark …

  Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

• The Love of God Supreme

  From the German by John Wesley
  THOU hidden love of God, whose height,
  Whose depth unfathomed no man knows, …

  Gerhard Tersteegen

• In a Lecture-Room

  Away, haunt thou not me,
  Thou vain Philosophy!
  Little hast thou bestead, …

  Arthur Hugh Clough

• “From the recesses of a lowly spirit”

  From the recesses of a lowly spirit,
  Our humble prayer ascends; O Father! hear it.
  Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness, …

  John Bowring

• Ascription

  O Thou who hast beneath Thy hand
  The dark foundations of the land,—
  The motion of whose ordered thought …

  Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

• “O Master, let me walk with thee”

  O Master, let me walk with thee
  In lowly paths of service free;
  Tell me thy secret; help me bear …

  Washington Gladden

• The Fight of Faith

  [The author of this poem, one of the victims of the persecuting Henry VIII., was burnt to death at Smithfield in 1546. It was made and sung by her while a prisoner in Newgate.]
  LIKE as the armèd Knighte,
  Appointed to the fielde, …

  Anne Askewe

• Doubt and Faith

  From “In Memoriam,” XCV.
  YOU say, but with no touch of scorn,
  Sweet-hearted, you, whose light-blue eyes …

  Alfred, Lord Tennyson

• “My times are in thy hand”

  MY times are in thy hand!
  I know not what a day
  Or e’en an hour may bring to me, …

  Christopher Newman Hall

• A Mystical Ecstasy

  E’en like two little bank-dividing brooks,
  That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,
  And having ranged and searched a thousand nooks, …

  Francis Quarles

• The Mystic’s Vision

  Ah! I shall kill myself with dreams!
  These dreams that softly lap me round
  Through trance-like hours in which meseems …

  Mathilde Blind

• A Query

  Oh the wonder of our life,
  Pain and pleasure, rest and strife,
  Mystery of mysteries, …

  Edmund Whytehead Howson

• Humility

  The Bird that soars on highest wing
  Builds on the ground her lowly nest;
  And she that doth most sweetly sing …

  James Montgomery

• King Robert of Sicily

  Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane
  And Valmond, emperor of Allemaine,
  Apparelled in magnificent attire, …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• Service

  From “Pippa Passes”
  ALL service ranks the same with God:
  If now, as formerly he trod …

  Robert Browning

• The Self-Exiled

  There came a soul to the gate of Heaven
  Gliding slow—
  A soul that was ransomed and forgiven, …

  Walter Chalmers Smith

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