He only sees both sides of that da… That hangs before men’s eyes— He only. It is well! Hope ever stands unseen Behind the screen,

Lord, save their souls alive! And—for the rest,— We leave it all to Thee; Thou knowest best. Whether they live or die,

A land of lights and shadows inter… A land of blazing sun and blackest… A fortress armed, and guarded jeal… With every portal barred against t… A land in thrall to ancient mystic…

From North and South, and East a… They come! The sorely tried, the much oppress… Their Faith and Love to manifest, They come!

Not what, but WHOM, I do believ… That, in my darkest hour of need, Hath comfort that no mortal creed To mortal man may give;— Not what, but WHOM!

With the thirty pieces of silver, They bought the Potter’s Field; For none would have the blood-mone… And the interest it might yield. The Place of Blood for the Price…

The Greatest Day that ever dawned… It was a Winter’s Morn. The Finest Temple ever built Was a Shed where a Babe was born. The Sweetest Robes by woman wroug…

Is there, in you or me, Seed of that poison-tree Which, in its bitter fruiting, bor… Such vintage sore Of red calamity—

Bond-slave to Christ, and in my b… Earmarked to Him I counted less t… His man henceforward, eager to be… That wondrous Love which Saul the… Sought him and found him, working…

When the Bells of Ys rang softly,… Soft—and sweet—and low, Not a sound was heard in the old g… As the silvery tones came floating… But life stood still with uncovere…

Lord, when on my bed I lie, Sleepless, unto Thee I’ll cry; When my brain works overmuch, Stay the wheels with Thy soft tou… Just a quiet thought of Thee,

I;— Thou;— We;— They;— Small words, but mighty.

To us it seemed his life was too s… Ended, indeed, while scarcely yet… God, with His clearer vision, saw… Was ready for a larger ministry. Just so we thought of Him, whose…

Unnamed at times, at times unknown… Our graves lie thick beyond the se… Unnamed, but not of Him unknown;— He knows!—He sees! And not one soul has fallen in vai…

Not for one single day Can I discern my way, But this I surely know,— Who gives the day, Will show the way,