By still waters now He leadeth
And thee feedeth,
Weary soul, with manna blest;
He may send thee on the morrow
Joy or sorrow,—
Take to-night His gift of rest.
And thee feedeth,
Weary soul, with manna blest;
He may send thee on the morrow
Joy or sorrow,—
Take to-night His gift of rest.
Fear not thou the stormy billow
When thy pillow
Is the loved disciple's own,
Gain thou strength that, with thy waking
Sin forsaking,
Thou mayst serve thy Lord alone.
When thy pillow
Is the loved disciple's own,
Gain thou strength that, with thy waking
Sin forsaking,
Thou mayst serve thy Lord alone.
When at length there comes the dawning
Of that morning
Which no shadowy eve can know,
From God's presence then, nor ever,
Naught shall sever
Faithful hearts that joy o'erflow.
Of that morning
Which no shadowy eve can know,
From God's presence then, nor ever,
Naught shall sever
Faithful hearts that joy o'erflow.
"NON NOBIS SOLIS"
(Not for ourselves alone)
Three simple words! yet full of meaning true,
Whene'er we long for loving work to do;
The Golden Rule with all our might to heed,
And sympathize in every brother's need.
Whene'er we long for loving work to do;
The Golden Rule with all our might to heed,
And sympathize in every brother's need.
Three simple words! yet if by them we live,
What may we not, perchance unconscious, give!
How full of sunshine darkened homes may be,
How often sad, imprisoned souls set free!
What may we not, perchance unconscious, give!
How full of sunshine darkened homes may be,
How often sad, imprisoned souls set free!
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