And upward shall be borne my soul,
Though downward, erstwhile, seemed the goal,
When conquered is the last of foes,
And in sweet sleep mine eyelids close.
Though downward, erstwhile, seemed the goal,
When conquered is the last of foes,
And in sweet sleep mine eyelids close.
THE SHEPHERD GOOD
(Suggested by a sermon)
A Shepherd good like unto thee
In gentle, watchful ministry,
This I may be if I abide,
O Saviour, ever at thy side.
In gentle, watchful ministry,
This I may be if I abide,
O Saviour, ever at thy side.
The wide, wide world may be the fold;
The sheep? no name should I withhold;
They number all who need my care,
The torn, the bruised are everywhere.
The sheep? no name should I withhold;
They number all who need my care,
The torn, the bruised are everywhere.
The "waters still," the "pastures green,"
May be my strength on which they lean;
My voice! Oh, may each wanderer heed;
My table those ahungered feed.
May be my strength on which they lean;
My voice! Oh, may each wanderer heed;
My table those ahungered feed.
Oh, make my love so full, complete,
That for thy service I am meet;
A shepherd's sacrifice be mine,
Till,—this life lost,—I find—divine.
That for thy service I am meet;
A shepherd's sacrifice be mine,
Till,—this life lost,—I find—divine.
SYMPATICA
There is no word in our cold tongue
That seems to voice this gift so rare;
I borrow that I may express
A charm that oft can lighten care.
That seems to voice this gift so rare;
I borrow that I may express
A charm that oft can lighten care.
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