There are records fate impresses
In the lines upon a brow.
Silence often times confesses
More than wisdom would allow.
Could we read the future’s pages
We would hope’s incentive lose;
The experience of ages
Should ambition’s fire infuse.
Could we see the path before us
See the forces we must lead,
See the tempests hanging o’er us
[How the willing feet must bleed.]
See the trials daily coming,
Coming to the patience try;
In the knowledge, vast, benumbing,
Happiness would pass us by.
Quick to reckon up the losses;
Ready to forget our gains.
It is ever little crosses,
That the greatest love constrains.
We who baffle mighty issues,
Measure moments by their length:
There are hosts of tiny tissues
Most amazing in their strength.
TAKE THY STAND.
God’s voice is saying:—“Find thy place,
Make haste to take thy stand.
I am thy shield; My saving grace
Sustains thee. Take My hand.
In times of trial find thy strength,
In Me. Build on the rock,
Christ Jesus. Thou shalt know at length,
My mercy, only knock!”
FATHER, ACCEPT OUR THANKS.
Father, accept our thanks
For blessings, heaven-lent.
We march with broken ranks,
When joy and woe are blent.
We march, as march we must,
Subject to Thy command.
Can we forsake our trust
Upheld by Thy right hand?