Poems Of Faith & Inspiration
"He Maketh No Mistake"
author unknown
My Father's way may twist and turn,
My heart may throb and ache,
But in my soul I'm glad to know,
He maketh no mistake.
My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But I'll trust my Lord to lead
For He doth know the way.
Tho' night be dark, and it may seem
That day will never break,
I'll pin my faith, my all in Him,
He maketh no mistake.
There's so much now I cannot see,
My eyesight's far too dim;
But come what may, I'll simply trust
And leave it all to Him.
For by and by the mist will lift
And plain it all He'll make,
Through all the way, tho' dark to me
He made not one mistake.
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"He Knows"
by
E. Margaret Clarkson
He knows it all - the winding path,
The sky o'ercast and grey,
The steepness of the mountainside,
The roughness of the way.
He knows it all - the haunting fear,
The doubtings that distress,
The wand'rings and perplexities,
And all the strain and stress.
He knows it all - each troubled thought,
Each anxious wave of care,
And every burden, every grief,
Or cross that thou doest bear.
He knows it all - thy weight of woe,
Thine often tear - dimmed eye,
The stabbing pain, the slow, dull ache,
And sorrow's broken cry.
He knows it all - but His to choose,
And thine to take His choice!
He knows it all! He planned it so!
Then trust Him, and rejoice!
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"I am Satisfied"
author unknown
I cannot give it up,
The little world I know,
The innocent delights of youth,
The things I cherish so.
'Tis true I love my Lord,
And want to do His will,
But oh, I may enjoy the world,
And be a Christian still!
And yet outside the camp,
'Twas there my Saviour died.
It was the world that cast Him out,
And saw Him crucified.
Can I take part with those
Who nailed Him to the Tree?
And where His name is never praised,
Is there the place for me?
Farewell! Henceforth my place
Is with the Lamb Who died.
My sovereign, while I have Thy love,
What should I want beside?
Thyself dear Lord art now
My free and loving choice.
In whom, though now I see Thee not,
Believing, I rejoice.
Shame on me that I sought
Another joy than this,
Or dreamt a heart at rest with Thee
Could crave for earthy bliss.
These vain and worthless things
I put them all aside.
Thy goodness fills my longing soul,
And I am satisfied.
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"Strong Son of God, Immortal Love"
(from In Memoriam)
by
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove;
Thine are these orbs of light and shade;
Thou madest Life in man and brute;
Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot
Is on the skull which thou hast made.
Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:
Thou madest man, he knows not why,
He thinks he was not made to die;
And thou hast made him: thou art just.
Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, thou.
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Our little systems have their day;
They have their day and cease to be;
They are but broken lights of thee,
And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
We have but faith: we cannot know,
For knowledge is of things we see;
And yet we trust it comes from thee,
A beam in darkness: let it grow.
Let knowledge grow from more to more,
But more of reverence in us dwell;
That mind and soul, according well,
May make one music as before,
But vaster. We are fools and slight;
We mock thee when we do not fear:
But help thy foolish ones to bear;
Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light.
Forgive what seem�d my sin in me,
What seem�d my worth since I began;
For merit lives from man to man,
And not from man, O Lord, to thee.
Forgive my grief for one removed,
Thy creature, whom I found so fair.
I trust he lives in thee, and there
I find him worthier to be loved.
Forgive these wild and wandering cries,
Confusions of a wasted youth;
Forgive them where they fail in truth,
And in thy wisdom make me wise.
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"A Better Resurrection"
by
Christina Rossetti
I have no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears.
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
O Jesus, quicken me.
My life is like a faded leaf,
My harvest dwindled to a husk:
Truly my life is void and brief
And tedious in the barren dusk;
My life is like a frozen thing,
No bud nor greenness can I see;
Yet rise it shall � the sap of Spring;
O Jesus, rise in me.
My life is like a broken bowl,
A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
Or cordial in the searching cold;
Cast in the fire the perished thing;
Melt and remold it, till it be
A royal cup for Him, my King:
O Jesus, drink of me.
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"Is It True?"
by
Sarah Williams
Is it true O Christ in Heaven,
That the highest suffer most;
That the strongest wander furthest
And more helplessly are lost;
That the mark of rank in nature
Is capacity of pain;
And the anguish of the singer
Makes the sweetness of the strain?"
Is it true O Christ in Heaven,
That whichever way we go
Walls of darkness must surround us,
Things we would but cannot know?
That the infinite must bound us
Like a temple veil unrent,
Whilst the finite ever wearies,
So that none's therein content?
Is it true, O Christ in Heaven,
That the fullness yet to come
Is so glorious and so perfect
That to know would strike us dumb?
That if ever for a moment
We could pierce beyond the sky
With these poor dim eyes of mortals
We should just see God and die?"
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"My Evening Prayer"
by
Charles H. Gabriel
If I have wounded any soul today,
If I have caused one foot to go astray,
If I have walked in my own wilful way �
Good Lord, forgive!
If I have uttered idle words or vain,
If I have turned aside from want or pain,
Lest I myself should suffer through the strain �
Good Lord, forgive!
If I have craved for joys that are not mine,
If I have let my wayward heart repine,
Dwelling on things of earth, not things divine �
Good Lord, forgive!
If I have been perverse, or hard, or cold,
If I have longed for shelter in Thy fold,
When Thou hast given me some part to hold �
Good Lord, forgive.
Forgive the sins I have confessed to Thee,
Forgive the secret sins I do not see,
That which I know not' Father, teach Thou me �
Help me to live.
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