Come to the Savior
Oh come to the merciful Savior who calls you, Oh come to the Lord who forgives and forgets; Though dark be the fortune on earth that befalls you, There's a bright home above where the sun never sets. Oh come then to Jesus, whose...
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Change by Death
It is not death to die; To leave this weary road, And, 'midst the brotherhood on high, To be at home with God. It is not death to close The eye long dimmed by tears, And wake in glorious repose To spend eternal years. It is not death...
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But We See Jesus
I don't look back, God knows the fruitless efforts, The wasted hours, the sinning, the regrets, I leave them all with Him who blots the record, And mercifully forgives, and then forgets. I don't look forward, God sees all the future, The road that, short...
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Birth and Death
In that home was joy and sorrow, where an infant first drew breath, While an aged sire was drawing near unto the gate of death; His feeble pulse was failing, and his eye was growing dim— He was standing on the threshold, when...
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Be True Thyself
Thou must be true thyself If thou the truth wouldst teach; Thy soul must overflow if thou Another's soul wouldst reach, It needs the overflow of heart To give the lips full speech. Think truly, and thy thoughts Shall the world's famine feed; Speak truly, and each word...
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Are All the Children In?
I think oftimes as the night draws nigh Of an old house on the hill, Of a yard all wide and blossom-starred Where the children played at will. And when the night at last came down, Hushing the merry din, Mother would look around and ask, "Are...
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A Soul’s Crisis
There is a time, we know not when, A point we know not where, That marks the destiny of men To glory or despair. There is a line, by us unseen, That crosses every path; The hidden boundary between God's patience and His wrath. To pass that limit...
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A Song of Hope
Children of yesterday, Heirs of tomorrow, What are you weaving? Labor or sorrow? Look to your loom again, Faster and faster Fly the great shuttles Prepared by the Master. Life's in the loom! Room for it— Room! Children of yesterday, Heirs of tomorrow, Lighten the labor And sweeten the sorrow. Now, while the shuttles fly Faster...
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A Psalm of Life
Tell me not in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty dream!" For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest And the grave is not its goal; "Dust thou are, to dust returnest," Was...
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