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Soon—and for ever

The breaking of day
Shall drive all the dark clouds

Of sorrow away.
Soon—and for ever

We'll see as we're seen, And learn the deep meaning

Of things that have been. When fightings without us,

And fears from within, Shall weary no more

In the warfare of sin. Where tears, and where fears,

And where death shall be—never, Christians with Christ shall be

Soon—and for ever.

Soon—and for ever

The work shall be done, The warfare accomplished,

The victory won. Soon—and for ever

The soldier lay down His sword for a harp,

And his cross for a crown. Then droop not in sorrow,

Despond not in fear, A glorious to-morrow

Is brightening and near; When—blessed reward

Of each faithful endeavour, Christians with Christ shall be

Soon—and for ever.

J. S. Monsell


My soul, there is a country

Afar beyond the stars,
Where stands a winged sentry

All skilful in the wars.
There, above noise and danger,

Sweet Peace sits crown'd with smiles, And One born in a manger

Commands the beauteous files. He is thy gracious friend,

And (O my soul, awake !)
Did in pure love descend

To die here for thy sake.
If thou canst get but thither,

There grows the flower of peace,
The Rose that cannot wither,

Thy fortress, and thy ease. Leave then thy foolish ranges;

For none can thee secure, But One who never changes,

Thy God, thy life, thy cure.

H. Vanghan



My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home in life's rough way,
O, teach me from my heart to say—
"Thy will be done!


Though dark my path, and sad my lot,
Let me be still and murmur not;
And breathe the prayer divinely taught—
"Thy will be done!"

What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends belov'd no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply—

"Thy will be done!"

If thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize— it ne'er was mine;
I only yield Thee what was Thine:
"Thy will be done!"

Should pining sickness waste away

My life in premature decay,

My Father—still I'll strive to say,

"Thy will be done!"

If but my fainting heart be blest
With Thy Spirit for its guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest,

"Thy will be done!"

Renew my will from day to day,
Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,

"Thy will be done!"

Then, when on earth I breathe no more The prayer oft mix'd with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore,

"Thy will be done!"

C. Elliott



Through the love of God, our Saviour,

All will be well;
Free and changeless is His favour;

All, all is well!
Precious is the Blood that heal'd us,
Perfect is the grace that seal'd us,
Strong the hand stretch'd out to shield us;

All must be well!

Though we pass through tribulation,

All will be well;
Ours is such a full salvation—

All, all is well!
Happy, still in God confiding,
Fruitful, if in Christ abiding,
Holy, through the Spirit's guiding;

All must be well!

We expect a bright to-morrow,

All will be well;
Faith can sing through days of sorrow,

All, all is well!
On our Father's love relying,
Jesus every need supplying,
Or in living, or in dying.

All must be well!

Anon. cxciv


I look'd with pride on what I'd done,

I counted merits o'er anew,

In presence of the burning sun,

Which drinks me like a drop of dew.

A lofty scorn I dared to shed

On human passions, hopes and jars,

I—standing on the countless dead,

And pitied by the countless stars.

But mine is now a humbled heart,
My lonely pride is weak as tears;
No more I seek to stand apart,
A mocker of the rolling years.
Imprison'd in this wintry clime,
I've found enough, O Lord, of breath,
Enough to plume the feet of time;
Enough to hide the eyes of death.

A. Smith

cxcv PRIDE OF REASON In pride, in reasoning pride our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be Gods. Aspiring to be Gods, if angels fell, Aspiring to be angels, men rebel; And who but wishes to invert the laws Of order, sins against th' Eternal cause.

A. Pope

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