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THE MOUNTAIN SPRING
GO WANDER
LOVE
THE LILIES
TELL PETER
THE SLEET
ANSWERED
ALONE
NO OTHER
WEALTH
THE CAPTIVES
THE LIVING WATER
JESUS INTERCEDES
EVE'S FLOWERS
COME UNTO ME
NOVEMBER
THE TRAVELERS
DAYBREAK
GONE
AWAKE!
"ABIDE WITH US"
O BETHLEHEM!
RING THE BELLS
THE DESERT SPRING
MUSINGS
BARTIMAEUS
ZACCHAEUS
APRIL
BETHLEHEM
NATURE'S LESSON
THE MIGRATORY SWANS
MINISTERING WOMEN
THAT JEWISH LAD
IN SINCERITY
THEY'RE COMING!
THE MOUNTAIN SPRING AND OTHER POEMS
THE MOUNTAIN SPRING
I wandered down a mountain road, Past flower and rock and lichen gray, Alone with nature and her God Upon a flitting summer day.
The forest skirted to the edge Of Capon river, Hampshire's gem, Which, bathing many a primrose ledge, Oft sparkled like a diadem.
At length a silvery spring I spied, Gurgling through moss and fern along, Waiting to bless with cooling tide All who were gladdened by its song.
Oh, who would pass with thirsting lip And burning brow, this limpid wave? Who would not pause with joy and sip? Its crystal depths who would not crave?
This query woke a voice within-- Why slight the spring of God's great love, That fount that cleanseth from all sin, Our purchase paid by Christ above?
Whoever will may drink! Oh, why, Worn toilers in this earthly strife, Reject a mansion in the sky, Reject heaven's bliss and endless life?
GO WANDER
Go, wander, little book, Nor let thy wand'ring cease; May all who on these pages look From sin find sweet release,
Through Christ, God's holy son, Who left his throne in heaven And e'en death's anguish did not shun That we might be forgiven.
How should our thoughts and deeds Exalt this mighty friend, Who died, yet lives and intercedes And loves us to the end!
LOVE
Christ might have called the angels down To bear him safe above, To shield his brow from sorrow's crown, From death's cold blight, and bitter frown, Had it not been for love.
Our glorious King, our Prince of Peace, Has left his throne above To give our souls from sin release, To make our pain and anguish cease, And all because of love.
THE LILIES
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