Today we are stranded in shallows,
Cast up in a ruck of the lea,
But tomorrow, with lift of the flood-tide,
We may sail the limitless sea.
Cast up in a ruck of the lea,
But tomorrow, with lift of the flood-tide,
We may sail the limitless sea.
Today we grope low in the valley
'Mid silence and darkness forlorn;
Tomorrow, high up on the hill top,
We'll sing the clear hymn of the dawn.
'Mid silence and darkness forlorn;
Tomorrow, high up on the hill top,
We'll sing the clear hymn of the dawn.
And no man may shun the disaster,
And no man may speed his release;
For today is but life and its heartache,
Tomorrow, God's infinite peace.
And no man may speed his release;
For today is but life and its heartache,
Tomorrow, God's infinite peace.
OPEN YOUR DOOR
OPEN the door of your house;
Hoard not its splendor and its space,
Its heart's-ease of its stately grace,
Nor hold it an abiding place
For you alone.
Suppose God kept his heaven for him
And left you in the shadows dim
With wisp of light and snatch of hymn?
Open your door.
Hoard not its splendor and its space,
Its heart's-ease of its stately grace,
Nor hold it an abiding place
For you alone.
Suppose God kept his heaven for him
And left you in the shadows dim
With wisp of light and snatch of hymn?
Open your door.
Open the door of your heart;
Shut not your sympathy away
From those who need it day by day;
Reach out a hand and bid them stay
Within your love.
Shut not your sympathy away
From those who need it day by day;
Reach out a hand and bid them stay
Within your love.
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