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Author of " By the Equator's Snowy Ptak," " Called," fie. 

Drummond's Tract Depot, Stifling, Scotland 



It is a privilege to be asked to write a word of 
introduction and appreciation to this small volume. 
The poems it contains are veritable heart-throbs. 
Each of them has its birth hi a direct message from 
God to the soul of the gifted writer, to whom the 
Christian Church is already greatly indebted for her 
songs of the Kingdom. In these, which she now 
sends forth, deep answers unto deep, as is ever the 
case when God and the soul are in communion ; 
and many will doubtless find their own experiences 
interpreted here in lines of haunting sweetness and 
abiding strength. 

Mrs. Crawford sings the eternal themes with a 
spontaneity and gladness which authenticates her 
message. She brings her myrrh, and aloes, and 
cassia, direct from the Ivory Palaces where she 
dwells with the King in a communion of constant 
pain. Her powers of vision and hearing have been 
quickened to unusual acuteness in the fellowship of 
suffering, hence the penetrating insight and sympa- 
thetic certainty with which these beautiful verses 
are instinct. That they will prove to be as 
Heavenly heralds to many of the King's children, 



summoning them to new adventure, helping them 
to tread the long, hard road joyously and courage- 
ously, and encouraging them in " the love of God 
and patient waiting for Christ," is certain. With 
all gratitude to the Giver for the gift, I bid them 
God-speed on their journey through the world. 


LONDON, W., July, 1920. 



The Compensations of God 1 

Jesus in the Midst (The Consecrated Home) - 3 

Others 4 

My Life-work --- .....5 

The House of Rest 6 

" The Gate of Heaven " 7 

My Unseen Friend - .... 9 

A New- Year Prayer - - - - 10 

"Thy Love to Me was Wonderful " - - - - 11 

Translated - - 12 

The Prayer Meeting - 13 

Rest in Suffering - - 14 

On Jesu's Breast 14 

"He Showed Them His Hands" - - - - 16 

Katie ... 17 

A Child's Dedication Hymn 18 

" El Shaddai " - - 19 

My Treasures 21 

" Into Thy Hands " - 23 

Christmas, 1914 24 

Better on Before 25 

Consecration 26 

Jesus Only - - .... 27 

"There Shall be No Night There" 28 

Our Comforter 29 

The Lesson of the Storm 31 

The Master's Call - 34 

A Little Sanctuary - 35 

" She Considereth a Field, and Taketh it " - - - 37 



"Am not I Better to Thee? " 38 

Speak, Lord, in the Stillness 40 

Thy Mighty Love 41 

Lie Still 42 

"With One Accord" 43 

Weary 45 

Another Milestone 47 

Calling Still 48 

"Be Ready in the Morning" 49 

The Unknown Way - 51 

Keep Step with Jesus 52 

"Consider Him ---------53 

" He will Silently Plan for Thee " - 54 

" The Company of Heaven " 55 

" He Wakeneth Mine Ear " 56 

Emmanuel 58 

To Meet the Bridegroom - 59 

Upheld by Hope - - 60 

In the Advent Light 62 


The Compensations of God. 

God's dealings are so wonderful ! 

I often pause to note 
His many compensations sweet 

(Like some blest antidote) 
Which compass all my life around, 
And tune to praise each minor sound. 

God's dealings are so wonderful ! 

I long to tell it out ! 
When some dark cloud envelops me 

With mist of fear and doubt, 
I lift my eyes ! the shadows flee, 
And JESUS ONLY can I see ! 

God's dealings are so wonderful ! 

He balances the scales ; 
With even hand He weighs each grief 

With all that it entails. 
He knows how much His child can bear, 
And in the sorrow HE is NEAR ! 

God's dealings are so wonderful ! 

Athwart the storm-swept sky 
Gleams out the rainbow in the cloud, 

To speak His presence nigh ; 
And every raindrop sparkles bright 
With Heavenly radiance and light. 

God's dealings are so wonderful ! 

I will not be afraid, 
Though hedged about by unseen foes 

My heart on Him is stayed. 
With opened vision now I see 
His chariots encircling me ! 

God's dealings are so wonderful ! 

Though flesh and heart may fail, 
I know He never will forsake, 

His love will still prevail. 
Some sweet oasis He'll prepare, 
And guide my trembling footsteps there. 

God's dealings are so wonderful ! 

I sing it o'er and o'er, 
And when the pilgrim journey's done 

I'll praise Him more and more, 
As in the light of Heaven I trace 
The compensations of His grace. 

Written after a sermon by the Rev. J. Stuart Holden, D.D. 

Jesus in the Midst. 

Matt, xviii. 20 ; Luke xxiv. 36. 
(1 he Consecrated Home.) 

Come, Gracious Saviour, take Thy place 
Within the precincts of this Home ; 

As honoured Guest and Friend beloved, 
With one accord we bid Thee come ! 

Nay, more as Master and as Lord, 
We would enthrone Thee here and now 

Of our poor dwelling be the Head 
Each heart to Thy allegiance bow ! 

So come, and take entire control, 
And may our service hallowed be ; 

The lowliest toil beneath this roof, 
Be done in fellowship with Thee ! 

If earthly problems much intrude, 
And care upon our spirits press, 

Remind us of Thy presence, Lord, 
And of Thy power to help and bless. 

Shed Thy sweet peace within these walls, 
And may an atmosphere of prayer, 

And tender love and kindliness, 

Proclaim the fact that Thou art here ! 

Thus "JESUS IN THE MIDST " shall be 
Our motto, written large and clear, 

Until we see Thee face to face, 
Within the " many mansions " fair ! 






Not for myself would I henceforward live, 
But following in the footsteps of my Lord, 

In saving others may this life be spent 
No lower aim can such pure bliss afford ! 

Not for myself ! Lord, enlarge my heart 
Until the things of others daily press 

More urgently than any selfish claim 
No lower motive than to help and bless I 

Not for myself ! Oh, may another's grief 
Touch me more deeply than a selfish woe ! 

To bear the chalice of Thy heavenly balm 
No ministry more Christlike here below ! 

Not for myself while in some far-off land 
Those " other sheep " all lost and bleeding roam ! 

Together with the Shepherd I must go 

(No task so sweet as this) to bring them Home. 

Not for myself the honour or the praise, 
But others to esteem may I be taught, 

With lowly mind my little space to fill, 
That glory to Thine Own great Name be brought ! 

Not for myself ! What gain in loss I find, 
Living for others living thus for Thee ! 

Learning to manifest Thy life of love, 
What lot so happy or so blest could be ? 

My Life -Work. 


What wilt Thou have me to do, Lord ? 

What wilt Thou have me to be ? 
Where wilt Thou have me to go, Lord ? 

These are the questions for me. 
One little life I can yield Thee, 

Gladly 'tis laid at Thy feet ; 
May I be true to my Saviour, 

Make my surrender complete ! 

Where Thou wilt have me to go, Lord, 

That is the country for me ; 
What Thou wilt have me to do, Lord, 

Life's sweetest guerdon shall be. 
What Thou wilt have me to be, Lord, 

Humble, and loving, and pure, 
May I be found to Thy glory, 

Seeking the things which endure. 

Choosing the things that Thou choosest, 

Thinking Thy thoughts after Thee, 
Joyfully witnessing, toiling 

This is the service for me ! 
Seeking the lost and the fallen, 

Telling them Jesus has died ; 
No other life-work so precious, 

These are the joys that abide. 
Embu, B.E. Africa, 1912. 

The House of Rest. 


DISCIPLES." John xviii. 2. 

There's a well-known homestead 

In a busy street, 
Where the friends of Jesus 

Often love to meet ; 
And the Master sitteth, 

As a welcome Guest, 
In the place of honour, 

Lord and King confest. 

In this peaceful household, 

(Modern Bethany) 
For His sake dispensing 

Those whom Jesus loveth 

Lowly service lend, 
Gracious hands extending, 

Weary saints to tend. 

And the way-worn toilers 

Coming from afar, 
Where the Saviour's " sent-ones " 

Wage their holy war, 
Find a tender welcome 

In the " House of Rest," 
And its sweet refreshment 

Leaves them cheered and blest. 

May an Unseen Presence 

Linger in each room ! 
Smile of Christ's approval 

Sanctify the Home ! 
Heavenly peace illumine 

Every heart and face ! 
So each guest shall witness 

God is in this place ! 

Written for Miss Mason's " House of Rest," Finchley Road, London. 

" The Gate of Heaven." 

" THIS is THE GATE OF HEAVEN." Gen. xxviii. 17. 

We stood around a newly-opened grave, 
Seeking to bless th' Almighty Hand that gave 
(And now had taken Its most precious gift) 
A grief-bowed group ! When suddenly a rift 
Appeared amid the low'ring clouds, and lo, 
A ray of God's own light of rainbow hue ! 
It was enough. His Presence we could trace, 
While each heart owned, " The Lord is in this place. 
And then, above the darkness and the gloom 
Above the pathos of that open tomb 
It was as if Heaven opened to our wond'ring view, 
And light unspeakable came streaming through ! 
We seemed on wings of faith to swiftly rise 
While gazing upward with our tear-dimmed eyes. 


Sweet strains of heavenly music filled the air, 
And songs of welcome sounded in our ear ! 
Heaven's arches seemed to ring and ring again, 
Until, forgetting all the throbbing pain, 
We joined the anthem of the angel choir 
Which rose in fuller chorus higher higher 
" All praise to God ! One more safe Home, safe Home! 
No more with sin-stained feet on earth to roam ! 
Redeemed, redeemed from death, and hell, and sin, 
The voice of JESUS bade him enter in. 
Through faith in Him the victory was given 
Which opened up the pearly gates of Heaven." 

Swiftly the Vision sped, but left us stilled 
And comforted, with spirits thrilled ! 
With grateful awe and reverence we kneeled, 
Knowing within us that our wound was healed ; 
That nevermore could we give way to grief 
When we had tasted of such sweet relief. 
Though walking 'mid the shadows for awhile 
We shall be strengthened by our Father's smile, 
And by the glorious certainty : our Boy 
Has passed to blessedness without alloy ! 

Written for " Bertie's" Parents, the writer's dearly-loved friends. 

My Unseen Friend. 

I have a Friend so dear to me 

And yet He is unseen ; 
Almighty, yet invisible, 

The Arm on which I lean. 

He never fails me, never leaves, 

Is always by my side, 
And in that wondrous Presence He 

Has taught me to abide. 

His love is past all human thought 

He gave His life for me, 
That He might win me for His own, 

His little friend to be. 

When sorrows on my spirit press, 
And eyes with tears are dim, 

He draws me closer to His Breast, 
And bids me rest in Him. 

I turn to Him with all my need, 
He shares both joy and pain, 

And for His help and sympathy 
I never look in vain. 

This blessed comradeship divine 

Is so surpassing sweet 
E'en here below what will it be 

When face to face we meet ? 


A New Year Prayer. 

Unveil to me through this New Year 
My Saviour and my King, 

A life within Thy secret Place 
Past all imagining. 

Dispel each mist of earth that hides 

The shining of Thy Face, 
And lead me onward to explore 

Thy deeper mines of grace. 

With waiting spirit hushed and still 

Within the sacred Veil, 
In priestly intercession, Lord, 

Oh, teach me to prevail ! 

Help me to pour my life away, 
That other souls may live, 

Nor ever count it sacrifice 
My costliest to give. 

With ear uncovered to Thy Voice 

And deaf to all beside, 
Thus, dearest Master, day by day, 

In Thee I would abide. 


"Thy Love to me was wonderful." 

2 Sam. i. 26. 

" Thy love to me was wonderful," 

Jesus, my Saviour and my Friend ! 

Who stooped so low my soul to save 
Will ne'er forsake me to the end. 

" Thy love to me was wonderful ! " 

It brought Thee from the glory fair, 

Despised, rejected here to dwell, 

That I Thy Home of Light might share. 

" Thy love to me was wonderful ! " 

It led Thee to the cruel Tree, 
With all its bitter shame and woe, 

That I might live eternally. 

" Thy love to me was wonderful ! " 

It saw me sinful, lost, denied, 
It whispered peace and pardon sweet, 

And claimed me Thine a ransomed child. 

" Thy love to me was wonderful ! " 
And still it is the same to-day ; 

Though earthly friendships all should cease 
This love will never pass away. 

" Thy love to me was wonderful ! " 

Oh, kindle a responsive flame, 
And make this heart of mine to glow 

With burning love for Thy dear Name ! 


" Thy love to me was wonderful ! " 
The marvel of eternity 

The subject of its endless song 
Will be that " Jesus so loved me 


" She was not, for God took her ! " our belov'd one 
Pillowed her head upon her Saviour's breast, 

And with the Everlasting Arms around her, 
Passed all unknowing to her Heavenly Rest. 

" She was not, for God took her " His bright angels 
Bore her so swiftly from the earthly sphere 

From the lov'd circle and the blessed service, 
Into His Presence Whom she held most dear. 

" She was not, for God took her " say it softly ! 

Where we are treading it is holy ground ; 
No other hand than His removed our treasure, 

" Himself hath done it " checks each murm'ring sound. 

" She was not, for God took her " yes, we know it ! 

He has translated her to serve Above ! 
Soon we shall meet her radiant in His likeness, 

Breathing a welcome of undying love ! 

To the precious memory of C. H. 
October, 1904. 


The Prayer Meeting. 

Our God we seek Thy Face 

With one accord to-day, 
Oh, come and bless our waiting souls, 

And teach us how to pray. 

We thirst alone for Thee, 

Thyself, O Lord, reveal ! 
Assembled here within this place 

May we Thy Presence feel. 

God of our life, appear, 

Descend in power to-day, 
Baptise us with Thy Spirit now, 

And all our being sway ! 

Thy gifts will not suffice, 

Our spirits cry for THEE, 
Enter Thy temples, blessed Lord, 

And reign eternally. 

In stillness, Lord, we bow 

Within Thy secret Place, 
And broken, contrite hearts await 

The fulness of Thy grace. 

Rest in Suffering. 


I give Thee thanks, rny Lord, my God, to-night, 

For all Thy wondrous tenderness and love, 

For Thy sweet Presence in this weary pain 

Apart from Thee so difficult to bear. 

I know it is Thy Hand that presseth me, 

Thy wounded Hand so I can quiet rest 

While Thy great purpose is fulfilled in me. 

I do not ask Thee that the pain may cease, 

But only that Thou mayst be glorified, 

That I may suffer very patiently, 

And just lie passive in Thy mighty Arms. 

Pain is transformed, and wears a brighter garb 

With THEE beside my couch ; and so my song 

Of praise in weakness now I raise to Thee, 

And meekly wait until Thy Hands " make whole " 

Then send me forth again with strength renewed 

To labour in the busy harvest-field, 

By suffering more fitted for Thy use. 

On Jesu's Breast. 

CIPLES, WHOM JESUS LOVED." Jno. xiii. 23. 

There leaned on Jesu's Breast 
One whom He dearly loved, 

And resting there through shadowed days 
That wondrous love she proved. 


To outward eyes it seemed 

A weary bed of pain ; 
The active life of ministry 

Might never come again ! 

Yet faith shone brighter far 

Within that quiet room, 
And heavenly peace with gentle ray 

Dispelled all trace of gloom. 

Such overcoming grace 

Was granted hour by hour, 

There trembled through the air a song 
Of weakness changed to power ! 

Thus far and wide 'twas asked, 
" What is her secret blest ? " 

The answer came triumphantly, 
" She leans on Jesu's Breast." 

Like a grim sentinel 

Pain bears her company, 

But in between is her Belov'd 
Nearer than Pain can be ! 

His Arms are all around, 

His Presence calms her fear, 

And pillow'd thus upon His Breast 
She knows that she is dear. 


Glory to God be given 

For strength in weakness prov'd, 
For testimony brave and sweet : 

" She leans on her Belov'd." 
Written for the writer's dear friend, B. P. H., March, 1920. 

' He showed them His Hands." 

Show me, blest Lamb of God, Thy nailed Hands, 

And I will kneel and kiss the bleeding wounds, 

Dear tokens of unutterable love ! 

Here let me stay and see as ne'er before 

The depths of all Thy suffering for me, 

The agony that my redemption cost. 

Ah, those cruel nails that pierced the tender hands 
Of Him Who carried our humanity ! 
See the strong hammer strike the fatal blows 
That drive them fast into the quiv'ring flesh ! 
See how He meekly bears the anguish sore 
And prays for His relentless enemies ! 

I ne'er can guage the greatness of Thy love, 
Ne'er understand what led Thee thus to die 
For me, a guilty rebel, lost, undone 
Who never brought Thee look or word of love ; 
Yet I believe Thou suff 'redst thus for me, 
That I might have my countless sins forgiven. 


Low in the dust I bow, dear Son of God, 
And wonder at th' amazing Sacrifice ! 
And here I offer and present to Thee 
My spirit, soul, and body Thine to be, 
Who purchased me at such tremendous cost. 
Let me be wholly Thine, Lord, from this hour, 
And ever let me " bear about " with me 
The dying of my Lord on Calvary's Cross, 
Nor let me chafe beneath those wounded Hands 
Whose pressure shows me Love's intensity. 


Why should we mourn our darling's loss 
When hers is such eternal gain ? 

What rest, and peace, and joy are hers, 
Where there is no more death or pain ! 

Her tears for ever wiped away, 
She sees her Saviour face to face ; 

And 'mid the holy, ransomed throng 
She takes her own prepared place. 

Washed white in Jesu's precious Blood 
Spotless she stands before the Throne, 

For evermore her Lord to praise, 
Who bought and won her for His own. 


For evermore with Jesus now, 
To reign with Him in mansions bright ! 

We cannot wish her back again 

From Realms of Day to earth's dark night. 

Oh, may this sorrow be a link 
To draw us daily nearer Home ; 

Our hearts be weaned from things of earth, 
Our inmost cry : " Lord Jesus, come ! " 

That we may gain Thy promised rest, 
Set up Thy Kingdom in our heart ; 

Thus shall we meet our dear one soon 
\Vhere we shall never have to part. 

\Yritten in early girlhood, to commemorate the first family 

A Child's Dedication Hymn. 


Just as I am, so weak and small 
In answer to Thy loving call 
To find in Thee my All in all : 

To Thee, Lord, I come ! 

Just as I am, dear Father, take 
My little life, for Jesus' sake, 
And a new heart within me make : 
To Thee, O Lord, I come ! 


Just as I am, with Thee to stay, 
My hand in Thine from day to day, 
And thus to walk the narrow way : 
To Thee, O Lord, I come ! 

Just as I am, Thy child to be, 
To live for One Who died for me, 
Who loves me too so tenderly : 

To Thee, Lord, I come ! 

Just as I am ! oh, cleanse from sin, 
And dwell this little heart within ! 
That I a crown of life may win, 

To Thee, Lord, I come ! 

Just as I am ! How sweet to rest 
For ever on Thy gentle breast 
So helpless yet so greatly blest 
To Thee, Lord, I come ! 

"El Shaddai." 

" Xo good thing will He withhold. " 

Take this promise for thy need, 
Chequered pathways lie before, 

But His help is sure indeed. 
Lose not heart, for Love Divine 

Plans each detail of the way, 
Plans to bear thee in His arms, 

Plans deliverance each day. 


" No good thing will He withhold." 

Precious message from thy Lord ; 
Take it, lay it on thy heart, 

Never doubt His faithful word. 
He thy God " El Shaddai " ; 

Be the journey long or rough, 
Springs of comfort He'll provide, 

And His grace will be enough. 

" No good thing will He withhold." 

Yielding to His sweet control, 
Tenderly the message falls 

On the weary pilgrim's soul. 
How the difficulties fade ! 

How the burdens lighter grow ! 
How the shadows disappear 

As we learn His love to know ! 

" No good thing will He withhold." 

Not alone His help, His grace, 
But the grandest, highest " good," 

To behold Him face to face ! 
Travelling days will soon be past, 

Then the vision passing fair 
Of thy Bridegroom and thy Friend, 

And His Home, His joy to share ! 


My Treasures. 

BE ALSO." S. Matt. vi. 21. 

Jesus has my treasures now 

Though I tried to hold them tight 
Dared not yield them to my Lord 

Could not see His will was right. 

Jesus has my treasures now ! 

But my heart grew hard and cold, 
And the icy hand of death 

Seemed my very life to hold. 

All around so desolate, 

Empty places everywhere ! 
Hushed the baby voices sweet, 

Sadness in the very air ! 

Sorrow too deep down for words, 
Turned from human sympathy, 

No one else could understand 
All my grief's intensity. 

Jesus, Jesus ! Thou didst know 

All the silent agony, 
And Thy voice was sounding low, 

" Come, poor child, and rest in ME ! : 


But I could not, would not hear, 
Till those tender Arms so blest 

Drew me to His wounded side, 
Folded me upon His breast. 

* * * * 

Jesus, I can trust Thee thus, 
Though I cannot understand, 

Gazing on Thy marred Face, 

And the nail-print on Thy Hand. 

Thou hast guaged the deepest depths 
Suffring spirit ever knew ! 

Tender, loving Saviour, Friend, 
Lift me up and bear me through ! 

* * * * 

Jesus has my treasures now ! 

Lord, 'tis better, better far, 
For no breath of harm can reach 

Where my little darlings are. 

Jesus has my treasures now, 
And they see Him face to face ; 

He Who loves the little ones 
Holds them in His own embrace. 

Jesus has my treasures now, 
And the ringing voices sweet 

'Mid the angel throng resound, 
Pouring praises at His Feet. 

23 ' 

Jesus has my treasures now ; 

Tenderly He keeps in store, 
Till within the Heavenly Home 

Parted ones are joined once more. 

Jesus has my treasures now 
So in heart let me ascend ; 

Where my little ones are gone 
Thither let my footsteps tend ! 

And I know those Mighty Arms, 
Which around my babes are thrown, 

Will support me day by day 
Till I stand before His Throne. 

Written for a sorely bereaved mother. 
Umtata, S. Africa, 1894. 

' Into Thy Hands." 

Luke xxiii. 46. 

My spirit I commit to Thee ; 

Oh, that it may be all renewed, 
Possessed by God the Holy Ghost, 

And with His mighty life imbued. 

My spirit I commit to Thee ; 

Now, O my Lord, for this new day, 
Stilled, " as a weaned child," at last 

Within Thy moulding Hand to lay ! 


Grant me the childlike spirit, Lord, 
Which only is of price to Thee ; 

Broken and humble, quiet, meek, 
A shrine prepared for Deity. 

The heavy, earthbound spirit free, 
And with a robe of praise transform,* 

Unfainting, thus I'll sing to Thee, 
My God, alike in calm or storm. 

My spirit I commit to Thee ; 

Lord Jesus, keep it hour by hour, 
Holding communion with its God, 

Breathing Thy life of love and power. 

How blest the spirit thus at rest, 
Committed fully, Lord, to Thee, 

Entrusted wholly to Thy care 
For time and for eternity ! 

Christmas, 1914. 


THE PRINCE OF PEACE." Isaiah ix. 6. 

Dear Prince of Peace, our spirits yearn 

To hail Thy blissful reign, 
No joy for us so great as this 

To see Thee come again ! 

* Isaiah Ixi. 3. 


We love to celebrate Thy birth 
To peal our Christmas bells 

But while we greet each well-loved friend 
One thought within us swells : 

If only Christ would come again 

This very Christmas Day, 
Oh, what a wealth of love and praise 

We at His Feet would lay ! 

We weary of earth's strife and war, 

We weary of earth's sin : 
Blest Potentate of Peace do Thou 

Thy glorious reign begin ! 

Meanwhile within our longing hearts 
May we Thine Advent know, 

So shall Thy love illuminate 
The waiting days below ! 

Better on Before ! 



He it is Who doth go with thee, 

He Who hitherto hath led, 
Step by step go forth with Jesus, 

It is brighter on ahead ! 


Seems thy cup so full of blessing ? 

He can make it overflow ; 
He can make your pilgrim journey 

Brighter every step you go. 

Let it be a year for Jesus ! 

Trust Him, serve Him, love Him more ! 
Leave the things that are behind thee 

It is better on before ! 


Blessed Master, Thou hast spoken 

To my inmost soul ; 
Now I come to know more fully 
Thy control. 

Thou hast spoken, Thou hast claimed me 

Claimed me for Thine own ! 
Henceforth I must be, dear Saviour, 
Thine alone. 

Thou art dearer, Thou art fairer 

Than all else to me ; 
Set apart for Thy glad service 
Let me be ! 

Jesus Only. 

All I need I have in Jesus, 
Every want by Him supplied, 

And each anxious care and burden 
To my Saviour I confide. 

And not only do I tell Him, 
But with Him I leave each care, 

For He undertakes to keep me, 
And each weary load to bear. 

Jesus keeps me every moment, 
And He will not let me fall ; 

He is stronger than the strongest, 
Jesus is my All in all ! 

Ever learning more of Jesus 
And what He can do for me, 

Daily finding Him more precious, 
A more dear Reality ; 

Thus He keeps me in the sunshine 
Of my Heavenly Father's face, 

Keeps me in the place of blessing, 
Gives me full supplies of grace. 

Lord, this joy must be a foretaste 
Of the glory up Above, 

Just a step below the surface 
In the ocean of Thv love ! 


Give me grace to dive more deeply 
Into Thy great treasure store, 

To be filled more full with Jesus, 
To press on to more and more ! 

Empty me of " self " completely, 
That I may whole-hearted be, 

And in every word and action 

Shine more bright, dear Lord, for Thee ! 

Written at the age of 16. 

"There shall be no Night There." 

Oh, words of comfort to the sorrowing soul ! 

" The Lord shall be thine everlasting light," 

Thy days of mourning shall have passed away ! 

No need of candle, neither light of sun, 

Or moon, or stars ; the Lamb shall be thy light, 

Yea, His own Presence shall disperse the gloom 

And scatter every shade. Where Jesus is 

Night cannot come, but endless day must reign 

For evermore. What wondrous blessedness 

To know a little of this glory here, 

And in the night of sorrow and of pain 

To have the darkness turned into light 

By Christ's own Presence, and to hear Him say, 

" I know your sorrows, and I feel this grief, 

And not alone shall you the burden bear 


' Tis I, be not afraid ! " And tremblingly 
Our hand goes out to Jesus in the dark, 
And we are sheltered by His strong right Hand. 
Ah, then the glory shines, and even now 
Night turns to day, and sadness into joy ! 
Yet this is only " darkly through a glass ! " 
What will it be, that " Morning without clouds," 
If but a glimpse of Him can chase away 
The deepest shades ? Oh, glory unconceived, 
Unknown, that Thou, O Father, hast prepared 
For them that love Thee ! Dear ones gone before 
Are tasting of those joys before Thy Throne, 
In " perfect day," and we shall join them soon. 
Jesus, Who alone art Life and Light, 
Dwell in us now, and shine yet more and more 
With still increasing light within our souls, 
Till with the breaking Dawn earth's shadows flee, 
And Thine unclouded glory meets our gaze ! 

Our Comforter. 

My heart was burdened sore, I could not speak, 
But came in my distress to Jesu's feet. 
No words would come, but fast the tear-drops fell ; 
Words were not needed, He knew all so well. 


But as I wept I knew my Lord was near, 
Just close beside me there my Saviour dear ! 
His touch upon my heart stilled its wild beat, 
While whisp'ring tender words of comfort sweet. 

And then I told Him all He knew before, 
But telling out my sorrow eased me more. 
" Let not your heart be troubled," Jesus said, 
"I, even I, am here. Be not afraid ! 

" Touched with the feeling of your grief, I care 
For you in all your cares, so leave it here ! 
Leave it with Me, and I will plan for you, 
However dark the path I'll lead you through. 

" But you must learn to wait My time and way, 
To trust Me in the dark and patient be." 
It was my Lord Who spoke, and whispered peace, 
No other voice could bid the tempest cease. 

He calmed my restless soul, hushed it to rest, 
Bade me lay down my head upon His Breast. 
Had we no burdens sore, no bitter grief, 
We could not know the joy of such relief ; 

We could not know the depths of Thy great love 
The tender human heart that beats above. 
So we will bless Thee though the storm-clouds lower, 
And in Thy Presence wait to prove Thy power. 

The Lesson of the Storm. 


'Mid a scene of wondrous beauty 

On a glowing summer day, 

Where the scent of herbs and flowers filled the air, 
Raced a merry little maiden, 

Tramping daisies with her feet, 
While the sunlight glinted in her tresses fair. 

Chasing butterflies resplendent 

With the rainbow's varied hue 
Not a thought beyond the passing moment's fun ! 
But behind her in the pathway, 
With his eyes upon the child, 
Was her father, walking slowly and alone. 

And I thought I heard him murmur 

As he passed along the road, 
" I would fain have had her near me all the way ! 
So much I longed to tell her 

While I clasped the tiny hand, 
But my darling has no thought but of her play ! " 

By and bye the brightness faded, 

Angry storm-clouds gathered fast, 
And a peal of distant thunder rumbled low. 
Where was now the little maiden 

With the butterflies so gay ? 
For the spangled meadow seemed deserted now. 


Not far distant lay a thicket 

With big overhanging trees, 
And all pitiless the storm came sweeping through 
Pelting raindrops, gleaming lightning, 

Swaying oak and cracking bough ! 
Like a hurricane the awful tempest blew ! 

In the heedlessness of pleasure, 

Knowing naught of coming harm, 
Ever farther had the little maiden strayed ; 
Till imprisoned in the thicket, 

'Mid the darkness and the storm, 
Rose the piteous cry of " Daddy, I'm afraid ! " 

Could the father have forgotten ? 

Had he gone home all alone ? 
Had he left his little girl unsought to stray ? 
No ! The loving heart, so tender, 

Could not falter or forget, 
He must follow her however dark the way. 

Fighting onward through the tempest 
'Gainst the blinding wind and rain, 
Caring nothing for the dangers of the wild ; 
Till amid the gloomy thicket 

Comes a plaintive sobbing cry, 
And he hurries on to save his wand'ring child ! 


See, the lightning-flash reveals him 

Hast'ning to her through the storm ! 

(Ah, she needs him now, for she is sore distressed ! 

Swiftly speeds she through the brambles, 

With her eager arms outstretched, 
Until safe upon His loving heart she's pressed ! 

Is it thus the Heavenly Father 

Watcheth, waiteth, day by day, 
For the full requital of His wondrous love ? 
Waiteth during days of pleasure, 

While earth's butterflies we chase, 
And all heedlessly we yet still farther rove. 

Is it thus the tender Shepherd 

Goes to seek His wayward sheep ? 
(To succour them His precious life He gave !) 
When the storms about them lower, 

And their feet are bramble-torn, 
Then the wand'ring ones will turn to Him to save. 

In the darkness and the tempest, 

Lost and helpless thus they cry : 
" We are perishing ! Have mercy, Saviour dear ! " 
And at once His Arms are opened, 

And He clasps them to His Breast, 
While His Voice dispels for evermore their fear. 

The Master's Call. 


The Master comes, He calls for thee ! 

Go forth at His Almighty word, 
Obedient to His last command, 

And tell to those who never heard 
Who sit in deepest shades of night, 
That Christ has come to give them light ! 

The Master calls ! Arise and go ; 

How blest His Messenger to be ! 
He Who hast given thee liberty 

Now bids thee set the captive free ; 
Proclaim His mighty power to save, 
Who for the world His life-blood gave. 

The Master calls ! Shall not thy heart 
In warm responsive love reply, 

" Lord, here am I, send me, send me, 
Thy willing slave to live or die ? 

An instrument unfit indeed, 

Yet Thou wilt give me what I need." 

And if thou canst not go, yet bring 
An offering of a " willing heart," 

Then though thou tarriest at home 
Thy God shall give thee too thy part ; 

The messengers of peace upbear 

In ceaseless and prevailing prayer. 


Short is the time for service true, 
For soon shall dawn that glorious day 

When, all the harvest gathered in, 
Each faithful heart shall hear Him say : 

" My child, well done ! your toil is o'er, 
Enter My joy for evermore ! " 

Written for " Hymns of Consecration and Faith." 

A Little Sanctuary. 

AS A LITTLE SANCTUARY." Ezekicl xi. 16. 

" A Little Sanctuary " art Thou to me, 
O Jesus, best Belov'd ! I live with Thee ; 
My heart has found its everlasting Home, 
Its sure abiding place, where'er I roam. 

" A little Sanctuary " art Thou to me, 
Amongst the heathen where I dwell with Thee ; 
Beneath Thy shadow, folded 'neath Thy wing, 
In deep content my song of praise I sing, 

" A little Sanctuary " art Thou to me ! 
My heart is still beneath Love's canopy ; 
The " Holiest of AU " is opened wide, 
And I may enter and be satisfied. 


" A little Sanctuary " art Thou to me 
No fabled shrine, but deep Reality ! 
Thou saidst it should be so when at Thy call 
I rose and followed, gladly leaving all. 

" A little Sanctuary " wert Thou to me 
When home was left behind, and tremblingly 
I launched upon the deep It was to feel 
The pressure of Thine Arms around me steal. 

" A little Sanctuary " wert Thou indeed 

When in a distant land the precious seed 

Was sown in tears. Ah, then how more than sweet 

That " Secret Place," that Refuge at Thy Feet ! 

" A little Sanctuary " art Thou to me ! 

All joyfully I pitch my tent with Thee, 

Or ready still to journey at Thy Word 

In Thee I " live and move," most blessed Lord. 

" A little Sanctuary " art Thou to me ! 

I always am " at home " on land or sea ; 

Alone, yet never lonely now, I prove 

The " Hundred fold," Lord Jesus, in Thy Love ! 

" A little Sanctuary " art Thou to me ; 
Thus may I evermore " dwell deep " in Thee, 
And daily praise for blessed foretaste given 
(In doing of Thy Will) of " Days of Heaven." 

Pondoland, S. Africa. 

"She Considereth a Field, and Taketh it." 

Prov. xxxi. 16. 

Look out upon the field, consider well 

The gloomy darkness brooding o'er the land 

Where Satan's seat is set. Ah ! who can tell 
The sin and misery on every hand ? 

Consider well the field the bondage sore 
Of captive souls within the tyrant's power ; 

Groaning for liberty yet more and more, 
Groping for light, but lo, a darker hour ! 

Consider well the field the awful need 

Of those who have not heard that Jesus died, 

And face the solemn question : " Why, indeed, 
To millions is the lamp of life denied ? " 

Oh, God, the field is wide, the need how vast ! 

Thou seest too my insufficiency ; 
Yet, since Thou callest, now myself I cast 

In all my weakness, blessed Lord, on Thee ! 

Upon Thy Word I stand (how strong, how true !) 
That where the foot of faith hath firmly trod, 

Thou wilt the " little one " with might endue 
To take a glorious victory for God ! 

Faith is triumphant, seeing only Thee ! 

Though walls be high and iron bars be strong, 
In Jesus' name I take the victory 

And raise before the fight the Conqueror's Song ! 

"Am not I better to Thee? " 

1 Sam. i. 8. 

The evening shadows fall. The day is done 
Glad day of service, till the setting sun 
Sinks in the redd'ning west, then work is o'er ; 
And entering my hut I close the door. 
The evening shadows steal across the room, 
And all is still, enwrapped in deepening gloom. 
No human voice to break the stillness, here 
I dwell alone, and all I hold most dear 
Are far removed beyond the trackless sea 
So very far they seem to-night from me ! 
Yet for a moment brief methinks I hear 
The echo of loved voices in mine ear ; 
The dear home faces seem to shine again, 
Then swiftly vanish in a mist of pain. 
And dearest ones now long since " gone before " 
Thus seem to come and disappear once more. 
Yet 'tis but for a moment that I turn, 
And with heart-longings for beloved ones yearn, 
Hush ! I am not alone, a Presence blest 
Fills all my chamber with a sense of rest ! 
A moment's darkness, then a flood of light ! 
A moment's sadness, then a great delight ! 
A well-known Voice is whisp'ring unto me, 
" Am not 7 better," beloved, " to thee ? " 
" Am not I better far to thee than all ? " 


Low at His feet I now adoring fall, 
Out-breathing there in speechless love and praise 
The song the heart is 'most too full to raise. 

Thou art enough, my own beloved ONE ! 
And work with Thee is sweet till day is done ; 
And when at eventide I close my door, 
Shut in with Jesus, what can I need more ? 
Mine is a joy, a satisfaction rare, 
Which only " separated ones " may share. 

The evening shades may fall about my room, 
But brighter glows the glory. 

Till He come 

I'll wait and work, and praise Him all the way, 
And so "in Him " be found at dawn of Day ; 
Then through a long Eternity to prove 
The satisfying power of Jesus' love ! 

Pondoland, S. Africa. 

Speak, Lord, in the Stillnes8. 

"Mv SOUL is SILENT UNTO GOD." Ps. Ixii. 1. 
VOICE.") Job. iv. 16. 

Speak, Lord, in the stillness, 

While I wait on Thee ; 
Hush my heart to listen 

In expectancy. 

Speak, O blessed Master, 

In this quiet hour ; 
Let me see Thy face, Lord, 

Feel Thy touch of power ! 

For the words Thou speakest, 

" They are life " indeed ; 
Living Bread from Heaven, 

Now my spirit feed ! 

Satiate my being, 

With Thy fulness fill ; 
As the dew descending, 

Let Thy speech distil. 

All to Thee is yielded, 

I am not my own ; 
Blissful, glad surrender, 

I am Thine alone ! 


Speak, Thy servant heareth ! 

Be not silent, Lord ; 
Waits my soul upon Thee 

For the quickening word ! 

Fill me with the knowledge 
Of Thy glorious will ; 

All Thine own good pleasure 
In Thy child fulfil. 

Like " a watered garden," 
Full of fragrance rare, 

Lingering in Thy presence, 
Let my life appear. 

Pondoland, S. Africa. 

Thy Mighty Love. 


Thy mighty Love, O God, constrain eth me, 
As some strong tide it presseth on its way, 

Seeking a channel in my self-bound soul, 
Yearning to sweep all barriers away. 

Shall I not yield to that constraining power ? 

Shall I not say, " tide of Love, flow in ? " 
My God, Thy gentleness hath conquered me, 

Life cannot be as it hath hither been. 


Break through my nature, mighty, heavenly Love, 

Clear every avenue of thought and brain, 
Flood my affections, purify my will, 
Let nothing but Thine own pure life remain. 

Thus wholly mastered and possessed by God, 
Forth from my life, spontaneous and free, 

ShaU flow a stream of tenderness and grace 
Loving, because God loved, eternally. 

Lie Still. 


Lie still, He still, in My Arms, My child ! 

Thy weakness is known to Me ; 
In every hour of need and pain 

Thy Lord is so near to thee. 

Lie still, He still ! Tis My will that thou 

Be quietly laid aside, 
That I may reveal Myself to thee, 

And draw thee close to My Side. 

Lie still, lie still ! I have much to teach 
Thou could 'st not learn in the light ; 

But in the hush, 'mid the weary pain, 
I will give " songs in the night." 


Lie still ! Thou canst please Me just as well 

As those in the harvest field, 
For soon shall the precious " afterward," 

Much fruit to My glory yield. 

Lie still, lie still in these Mighty Arms 

Which never shall let thee go, 
Lie still, My child, and quietly rest 

In the One Who loves thee so ! 

'With One Accord." 

" With one accord " within an upper room 1 
The faithful followers of Jesus met, 

One was the hope of every waiting soul, 
And on one object great each heart was set. 

" With one accord," until the mighty gift 2 
Of Pentecostal power was outpour 'd ; 

Then forth as witnesses possessed of God 
To preach the Resurrection of the Lord ! 

" Together " they remain a wondrous band, 3 
Unknown till now, is knitting heart to heart 

A tide of resurrection life and love 

Sweeps down the barriers which held apart. 

1 Acts i. 14. * Acts ii. 2. 3 Acts ii. 44. 


All things in common now ! Tis joy to share 
The Father's bounty as the Father's love ! 

Oh, blessed days of heaven upon earth, 
A foretaste of the harmony above ! 

" With one accord " within the House 
of God, 4 

A hallelujah song is daily raised ; 
As with the voice of one, from vocal hearts 

Jehovah's name is glorified and praised. 

When tribulation comes, and threat 'ning words 
The fury of the unseen hosts reveal, 

Their cry ascends as from the heart of one ; 
" With one accord " and in one place they 
kneel. 5 

Their hand is on the Throne the Throne of power 
Oh, blessed souls, who thus take hold on Heaven 

Prevailing prayer has won a great reward, 
To each request an answer swift is given. 6 

Pour down Thy Spirit once again, dear Lord ; 

Our cry goes up to Thee for " latter rain " ; 
Unite Thy people as the " heart of one," 

And Pentecostal days shall come again ! 

4 Acts ii. 46-47. * Acts iv. 24. Acts iv. 31 : v. 12-16. 



TO REST." Isaiah xxviii. 12. 

I am weary to-night, dear Master, 
And my heart cries out for Home ; 

I long for the land of perfect rest 
Where I nevermore shall roam. 

I am weary to-night of waiting 

For the dawning of the Day ; 
Oh, when will the light of morning break, 

And the shadows flee away ? 

I am weary to-night of watching 

For the coming of Thy Feet ; 
My eager soul at Thy door-post waits 

Her risen Lord to greet. 

I am weary to-night, dear Master, 
Let me hear Thy well-lov'd voice, 

Stilling my feverish heart to peace, 
And bidding me still rejoice ! 

I am weary to-night, so weary, 

Too tired to think or pray ; 
Hush me to rest in Thine own strong Arms, 

And chase all my fears away. 


Hush ! for the Master speaketh, 

Tender and sweet His tone : 
"I, even I, am at thy side, 

Thou art not left alone. 

" Let not your heart be troubled, 

Tis but a little while, 
Onward, upward and Homeward press, 

Journeying 'neath My smile. 

" Soon shall the morn you long for 
Break on your unveiled sight, 

Soon shall the mists and shadows of earth 
Fade in the dawning light ! " 

O Saviour, I am resting 

In the Arms outstretched for me, 
In the stillness of the secret place, 

Beneath love's canopy. 

And in the blessed stillness, 
This rest, so true and so sweet, 

Life's cares and sorrows seem passed away, 
While nestling at Thy Feet. 

After this blest communion 

More ready I now shall be, 
Strong in the strength of the Lord of Hosts, 

To work and wait for Thee. 


Ready to whisper comfort 
When others are weary sore, 

My heart set free from its selfish griefs, 
Trusting Thee more and more ! 

Another Milestone. 

Once more another milestone reached, 
Reminds me I am nearing Home ; 

And gazing down the lengthening track 
To Thee, my Father, now I come, 

And raise my Ebenezer here 
For all the blessings of the year. 

I know Thy hand has safely led 

Through strangely dark, mysterious ways, 
I know Thy voice has cheered me on 

To trust Thee still in darkest days, 
Bidding me just " believe to see " 

What perfect Love would do for me. 

I do not ask for cloudless skies, 
For smooth and easy path to Heaven, 

Enough that Thou dost go before 
That daily grace and strength be given, 

That Thou wilt hour by hour fulfil 
In me Thy " sweet beloved will." 


Nor do I fear to leave the choice 
Of all my future life to Thee ; 

Will not Thy wise unerring hand 
Send only what is best for me ? 

Leaning on Thee, my Saviour dear, 
I start upon this opening year. 

Calling Still. 



Whose is that winning and wonderful Voice ? 

Listen ! the tones are so tender and mild ; 
Who is the Stranger that's standing there ? 

It is Jesus calling a little child. 

So gentle the Voice and so sweet the Face, 
The little one stopped in its play and smiled ; 

Then fearlessly ran to the Stranger's side, 
For Jesus was calling the little child. 

He is calling still He is calling now, 
With the same sweet accents so soft and mild 

Oh, come as the little one came of old, 
For Jesus is calling thee, little child ! 

It was all for thee that He bled and died 
On the Cross, by His envious foes reviled ; 

No suff 'ring too great for the one He loved, 
And now He is calling His little child. 


He will lift thee up in His arms of love, 
And although the path may be rough and wild, 

He will carry thee safe, till heaven's gates 
Shall open to welcome His ransomed child. 

Written for "The Children's World." 

"Be Ready in the Morning." 

Exodus xxxiv. 2-3. 

" Be ready in the morning ! " 

Dear Lord, I heard Thee say, 
And now with winge'd footsteps 

I hasten to obey. 
Up through the parting shadows 

Into the clear, pure air 
Of lonely mountain summit 

I rise to meet Thee there. 

" Be ready in the morning ! " 

Oh blessed, holy tryst ! 
hush of glad communion 

With Thee, my Saviour Christ. 
No one " shall come up with me " 

To share this sacred hour, 
For here alone with JESUS 

I feel His touch of power. 

" Be ready in the morning ! " 
Thou knowest, Lord, how long 

A chilling sense of weakness 
Has checked the early song ; 


But now Thy word of power 

Shall be enough for me, 
And rising at Thy bidding 

My heart " believes to see ; " * 
" Believes to see " Thy glory, 

In matchless splendour shine, 
The noonday sun exceeding 

In Majesty Divine ; 
Till blinded eyes no longer 

The things of sense can see, 
But Christ fills all my vision 

And I am lost in Thee. 
Thus " ready in the morning " 

May I be found each day, ' 
For intercourse with Jesus 

Will speed me on my way, 
And then the mount descending 

With glory in my face, 
Reflect His blessed likeness 

And witness to His grace. 
" Be ready in the morning," 

For lo ! the Bridegroom's near ; 
The eternal morning breaketh 

When Jesus shall appear. 
Yes, keep me ever ready 

With garments undefil'd, 
With watching heart expectant 

Till Thou shalt call Thy child. 

* Psalm xxvii. 13. 


The Unknown Way. 


KNOWN." Isaiah xlii. 16. 

Father, I come to Thee ; I dare not tread 
Upon the unknown way without Thy hand, 

I am not strong to go alone, but Thou 
Wilt lead me in the path Thyself hast planned. 

Thy Presence is enough, I do not ask 

To understand the many changeful ways ; 

This only do I seek my Lord, my God 
That Thou wilt tune my life to sound Thy 

Thy hand has been upon me, Lord, for good ; 
Through all the bygone years Thy love I trace, 

Gleaming athwart my path with changeless 

One long unbroken chain of tenderness. 

With restful confidence I onward go, 

Not knowing what may be in store for me, 

But well content, if Thou, dear Lord, dost know, 
And I may walk each day and hour with 

Keep Step with Jesus. 

" Keep step with Jesus ! " Can that be for me ? 
Oh, may I really walk by faith with Thee ? 
I who have often wandered far away 
And grieved Thee with my coldness day by day ? 

Yes, for Thy blood is cleansing from all sin ; 
It is for me, for Thou dost reign within ; 
So to my heart the precious words have come, 
" Keep step with Jesus all the journey Home." 

Thou knowest how I long to walk with Thee 
So very close that all around may see 
Thyself alone ; and may Thy glory hide 
The faltering child that follows at Thy side. 

How often, Master, I have " lagged behind *' 
And feared to follow, when Thy voice so kind 
Has called me on, bidding me trust in Thee, 
However dark the pathway seemed to me. 

And have I not sometimes stepped out alone, 
Nor waited for Thy hand to lead me on, 
And of the future thought with anxious care, 
Instead of taking '' the next step " in prayer ? 

Afresh to-day I put my hand in Thine, 
With childlike trust would all to Thee resign ; 
Just lead me where Thou wilt, and guide me still, 
Fulfilling in me all Thy blessed will. 


Thus keeping step with Jesus may I know 
A life of holy fellowship below ; 
The light of Heaven illumining the way 
Which leads me upward to eternal Day. 

"Consider Him." 

Heb. iii. I. Heb. xii. 3. 

" Consider Him " ; let Christ thy pattern be, 
And know that He hath apprehended thee 
To share His very life His power divine, 
And in the likeness of thy Lord to shine. 

Oh, purpose far above all thought, so grand, 
So wonderful ! How canst thou understand 
Except the blessed Paraclete draw nigh, 
And with empowering touch anoint the eye ? 

So shalt thou see the glory of the Lord 
The glory of a life of love outpoured, 
Till blinded by that vision thou art won 
To follow in the pathway He has gone. 

" Consider Him " ! so shalt thou day by day 
Seek out the lowliest place, and therein stay, 
Content to pass away, a thing of nought, 
That glory to the Father's name be brought. 


Shrink not, child of God, but fearless go 
Down into death with Jesus. Thou shalt know 
" The power of an endless life " begin, 
With " glorious liberty " from self and sin. 

" Consider Him " ; and thus thy life shall be 
Filled with self-sacrifice and purity ; 
God will work out in thee the pattern true, 
And Christ's example ever keep in view. 

" Consider Him " 1 Thy great High Priest above 
Is interceding in untiring love, 
And He will have thee thus " Within the Veil " 
By Spirit-breathed petitions to prevail. 

" Consider Him " ; and as you run the race, 
Keep ever upward looking in His face ; 
And thus transformed, illumined thou shalt be, 
And Christ's own image shall be seen in thee. 

" He will Silently Plan for Thee." 

A possible rendering of 


He will silentty plan for thee, 
Object thou of Omniscient care, 

God Himself undertakes to be 

Thy Pilot through each subtle snare. 


He WILL silently plan for thee, 
So certainly, He cannot fail ! 

Rest on the faithfulness of God, 
In Him thou surely shalt prevail. 

He will SILENTLY plan for thee, 
Some wonderful surprise of love, 

Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard, 
But it is kept for thee above. 

He will silently PLAN for thee, 
His purposes shall all unfold, 

The tangled skein shall shine at last 
A masterpiece of skill untold. 

He will silently plan for THEE, 
Happy child of a Father's care, 

As though no other claimed His love, 
But thou alone to Him wert dear. 

" The Company of Heaven." 


Lord, lift for us the veil of sense 

That we may catch the victors' song, 

And join with theirs our feebler praise, 
The heavenly anthem to prolong. 


We praise Thee that Thy Fold is " one'' 
The Church above, the Church below, 

And kindred hearts in Jesus knit 
Undying fellowship may know. 

We praise Thee our belove'd ones 
Are only just " a step removed " ; 

Not taken from our hearts, but still 
As much our own, as fondly loved. 

We praise Thee that for them the strife, 
The anguish and the pain are o'er ; 

With Thee for ever safe, for they 
Have entered " to go out no more." 

We praise Thee, too, glorious Lord, 
That our short race will soon be run, 

And then eternally in Thee 
We, with our dear ones, shall be one. 

" He Wakeneth Mine Ear." 




He daily " wakeneth mine ear to hear," 

" Morning by morning " comes His touch of power, 
That bids me rise and listen to the Voice 

That breaks the stillness of this blessed hour. 


" He wakeneth mine ear " this blood-tipped ear,* 
Sealed by that mark for evermore His own, 

That henceforth deaf to earth's alluring sounds, 
Should open be to one dear Voice alone. 

" He wakeneth mine ear " my bored ear, f 
Which the dear hand of Love has pierced through ; 

Nailed to His Cross a living sacrifice, 
I live, a happy slave His will to do ! 

Within the secret chamber of my heart, 
Behind the busy rush of human things, 

Oh, may there be a central point of rest, 

The holy hush which Thy blest Presence brings ! 

So may I ever live the listening life 
Of momentary dependence upon Thee ; 

As Christ, the perfect Servant, hourly lived 
Speaking but as He heard Lord, so let me ! 

Yea, keep my ear for ever open, Lord, 
That thus through me Thy messages may flow ; 

And weary hearts, sustained by Heaven-sent words, 
Refreshment for their souls' deep need may know. 

* Lev. viii. 24. f Ex. xxi. 6. 



Be still, and Thy Belov'd will speak 
When He has found a silent heart ; 

Let every other voice be hushed, 
And every reasoning depart. 

A glorious mystery of love 

Through every bygone age unknown, 
The Father waiteth to unfold 

To those whose hearts are all His own. 

He hath revealed it " unto babes " ; 

Not to the great, or wise, or strong, 
But to the trusting " little ones " 

The hidden depths of God belong. 

Tis God incarnate " Christ in you," 

The Deity revealed in man, 
The Treasure in the earthen mould, 

Oh, wondrous beatific plan ! 

Be still within His mighty arms, 
And let Him lead thee by His way 

Through death to resurrection life 
From twilight into glorious day ! 

Till Christ be fully formed within 
By the indwelling Spirit's power, 

Accept " God's reckoning " alone * 
Self dead indeed this very hour. 

* Col. iii. 3. 


And suddenly He will come in, 

Illumining His chosen shrine ; 
(Thy wonderful Emmanuel ! ) 

Till thy poor life is all Divine. 

To Meet the Bridegroom. 

" To meet the Bridegroom " this my blessed quest 
To meet Him in the common things of life ; 

To find Him in the press of toil, and hear 

His whispered " Follow Me ! " amid the strife. 

' To meet the Bridegroom ! " Thus the daily round, 

So full of chill monotony before, 
Is lit with light and glory from Above, 
And love encircleth duty evermore. 

Tis " my Belov'd that knocketh " in each claim, 
He is " the One Great Circumstance " to me ; 

I will arise and open to Him now, 
And with His smile life shall transfigured be. 

So forth into the day ! I cannot shrink, 
No dream of ill can now disturb my rest ! 

Though sorrows surge around, I follow on 
To meet my Lord, and know that I am blest. 

O Heavenly Bridegroom, let Thy holy claim 
Upon th' unstinted service of my days 

Find evermore a quick and glad response 
No grudging service, but a life of praise ! 


Oh, cleanse away the sloth of former years, 
The love of ease which robbed me of Thy best ; 

With quickened footsteps would I follow Thee, 
And gladly honour each Divine behest. 

" To meet the Bridegroom ! " So with lamp aglow, 
Filled with His Spirit, would I hasten on, 

My one ambition just to do His will, 
Until at last I hear Him say, " Well done ! " 

Upheld by Hope. 

" Upheld by hope" a glorious hope, 

As days and years roll by ; 
The coming of our Lord and King 

Is surely drawing nigh. 

" Upheld by hope " ! all toil is sweet 
With this glad thought in view ; 

The Master may appear to-night 
To call His servants true. 

" Upheld by hope " that wondrous hope 

That I shall see His face, 
And to His likeness be conformed, 

When I have run the race. 


" Upheld by hope " ; a " blameless " life, 

Jesus, let me lead, 

And so " without a spot " be found 
From sin's dominion freed. 

" Upheld by hope " that He Who hath 

The work of grace begun, 
Will perfect it until the Day 

Of Jesus Christ shall dawn. 

" Upheld by hope," in darkest days 

Faith can the light descry ; 
The deepening glory in the East 

Proclaims deliverance nigh ! 

" Upheld by hope." " Beloved one," 

1 hear the Bridegroom say, 

" Awake ! arise ! go forth to meet 
My chariot on its way." 

" Upheld by hope," how glad the heart ! 

My soul is on the wing ! 
E'en now His hand is on the door, 

He comes ! my glorious King i 


In the Advent Light. 

In the Advent Light, O Saviour, 

I am living day by day, 
Waiting, working, watching ever, 

Knowing Thou art on Thy way. 

In the Advent Light earth's darkness 
Hath for ever passed away : 

Marvellous illumination, 
Herald of unending day ! 

In the Advent Light beholding 
Thus the glory of the Lord, 

Transformations He is working* 
Through the power of His Word ! 

So, " from glory unto glory," 
Gladdened by the Advent ray, 

All the path is growing brighter, 
Shining unto " perfect day." 

In the Advent Light to witness 
To a dark and dying world, 

This the holy ordination 
May His banner be unfurled ! 

* 2 Cor. iii. 18 (R.V.). 


Blessed, happy, h&ly service, 
Labouring in the Advent Light ! 

Soon the Master's commendation 
Every effort will requite. 

In the Advent Light enfolded, 
'Neath the shadow of the Cross, 

(" Given unto us to suffer,") 
We can count our gain by loss. 

In the Advent Light rejoicing ! 

Songs of praise along the road 
Seem to make the journey shorter, 

Mounting upward to our God ! 

He is coming ! He is coming ! 

Pass the heavenly watchword on ! 
Go ye forth to meet the Bridegroom, 

Hail to God's anointed Son ! 

See the Advent glory breaking ! 

Faith will soon be lost in sight, 
" Face to face " I shall behold Him, 

Bathed in His eternal Light ! 

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