"IN THE WAY OF RIGHTEOUSNESS IS LIFE"
A narrow way, by trial oft beset,
And yet, O Lord, 'tis one that I would choose.
Therein thy blessèd footprints I may see,
There find a life I do but seem to lose.
And yet, O Lord, 'tis one that I would choose.
Therein thy blessèd footprints I may see,
There find a life I do but seem to lose.
A darkened way? Nay, somber storm clouds break
And Faith thy love beholds in rifts of blue;
Nor faltering feet need thy disciple fear,
Thou with each step wilt failing strength renew.
And Faith thy love beholds in rifts of blue;
Nor faltering feet need thy disciple fear,
Thou with each step wilt failing strength renew.
A lonely way? Ah! such 'twill never be,
So hallowed by the feet that pressed it long
Of saints beloved, whose daily touch I knew,
Whose bright ensamples still should make me strong.
So hallowed by the feet that pressed it long
Of saints beloved, whose daily touch I knew,
Whose bright ensamples still should make me strong.
A way in which the blessèdness is mine;
Where, even now, may peace be won from strife;
Take courage, soul! remembering always this:
That "in the way of righteousness is life."
Where, even now, may peace be won from strife;
Take courage, soul! remembering always this:
That "in the way of righteousness is life."
THE FACE UPTURNED
Look not within, for thee 'twill lead to sinning;
Sow not the seed of "I," of" me," of" mine";
Self-love uproot at every fresh beginning,
Its clinging tendrils let not closer twine;
On face upturned the light of heaven will shine.
Sow not the seed of "I," of" me," of" mine";
Self-love uproot at every fresh beginning,
Its clinging tendrils let not closer twine;
On face upturned the light of heaven will shine.
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