I Worship thee, sweet will of God!
And all thy ways adore;
And every day I live, I seem
To love thee more and more.
Thou wert the end, the blessèd rule
Of our Saviour’s toils and tears;
Thou wert the passion of his heart
Those three and thirty years.
And he hath breathed into my soul
A special love of thee,...
“And when he is come, he will reprove the world of sin, and of righteousness, and of judgment.”—JOHN xvi. 8.
THE WORLD is wise, for the world is old;
Five thousand years their tale have told;
Yet the world is not happy, as the world might be,—
Why is it? why is it? Oh, answer me!
The world is kind if we ask not too much;
It is sweet to the...
O, It is hard to work for God,
To rise and take his part
Upon this battle-field of earth,
And not sometimes lose heart!
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...
Fever and fret and aimless stir
And disappointed strife,
All chafing, unsuccessful things,
Make up the sum of life.
Love adds anxiety to toil,
And sameness doubles cares,
While one unbroken chain of work
The flagging temper wears.
The light and air are dulled with smoke:
The streets resound with noise;...
O Paradise, O Paradise,
Who doth not crave for rest,
Who would not seek the happy land
Where they that loved are blest?
Where loyal hearts and true
Stand ever in the light,
All rapture through and through,
In God’s most holy sight.
O Paradise, O Paradise,
The world is growing old;
Who...
