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THE LILIES
Emblems of Christ our Lord, Roses and lilies fair, These flowers in His word, His glory seem to share.
The lilies of the field, Sweet teachers of the soul, Which will their lessons yield Long as the seasons roll,
They neither toil nor spin, Exist without a care, And yet no earthly king can win A garb so chaste and rare.
Frozen, they burst to life, To nature's minstrelsy-- A resurrection type Of immortality.
TELL PETER
Peter, it was not outward cold But inward chill thy bosom froze, Made thee deny with falsehood bold Thy Lord and Master to his foes. When we find cheer at Satan's fires The world is there to work us harm, To deaden all our pure desires With its deceitful lure and charm.
Peter, the voice of chanticleer Fulfilled what Christ had prophesied; And oh, that pitying look sincere From him whom thou hadst just denied! Thy burst of penitential grief! Heaven those tears did surely send. Tears give the burdened heart relief; Dry anguish may its tendrils rend.
Sin soon will crucify our Lord, Thy sin, and all the world's beside. He gave himself, the Living Word, Our shelter from God's wrath to hide. Had all the seraphs pens to write Such love upon the boundless sky, Angelic powers could not indite Its greatness while the ages fly.
The hour is hastening. God has willed That Christ should through his own decree Abolish death and have fulfilled Our blood-bought immortality. And when the awful tomb he rent, When freed from every earthly thrall, "Tell Peter" was the message sent; "Tell Peter"--'tis love's tender call.
Peter was martyr to his faith; His rock, God's son whom he denied; This faith the key that unlocks death To realms where joy and peace abide. "Tell Peter!" Honey drops of love, Awaking all the choirs of heaven! "Tell Peter"--angels from above Shout, "Hear, O earth, and be forgiven!"
THE SLEET
Regal the earth seems with diamonds today, Gemming all nature in blazing array; A picture more fairy-like never could be Than this wonderful icicle filigree.
A crystallized world! What a marvelous sight, Gorgeous and grand in the March sunlight! The frost-king magician has changed the spring showers To turquois and topaz and sapphire bowers.
And what is the lesson we learn from the sleet, As toiling life's road with wearying feet, Upward we strive, but failing so oft In the struggles that bear us aright and aloft?
'Tis this--that the hard breath of winter's chill blast Alone can this mantle of loveliness cast; And thus our sharp winds of trial may prove Angels to weave us bright garments of love.
ANSWERED
Ye realms of beauty from afar, What speak ye to the saddened soul? What is the message of each star As ever ceaselessly ye roll? Thus do ye answer: "We declare God's glory; and to you 'tis given To cast on him your every care, For he hath wound the clock of heaven."
Ye hoary hills which have looked down On all the centuries of time, Have felt their touch without a frown, And with indifference sublime, What would ye speak, if understood, Of life with all its woes and ills? 'Tis this: to all they work for good Who love the maker of the hills.
ALONE
Genesis 28:10-22.
The sun had set. He was alone; Mid twilight shadows he would rest. He laid his head upon a stone To woo sweet slumber for his guest.
Perhaps within those midnight hours His rugged bed was cold and chill, But wrapped in Dreamland's mystic powers, He knew no danger, felt no ill.
A vision in his dreams appeared! Angels were stepping to and fro Upon a ladder which, upreared, Aided their ministry below.
And then God spake in words which said What future ages would unfold, The soil on which he made his bed Was his, by prophecy foretold.
He further heard that holy voice Predict that through his tribe would be Blessings in which all should rejoice, Blessings which all the world should see.
Through Jacob would the gift be given Of Jesus to this sinful earth; God signified within this vision Glad news of our Redeemer's birth;
The star of Bethlehem would shine, That star of joy and peace and love, Our bleeding sacrifice divine To cleanse our hearts, our guilt remove.
If faith and praise in us abound Toward Israel's God, angels are near; His word declares they camp around All those who look to him in fear.
When Jacob woke, the ground he trod Seemed holy; and he named his stone "Bethel," which means "the house of God." With heaven so near, was he alone?
NO OTHER
Swiftly we float upon time's tide Adown the stream of years. Sometimes past hills of joy we glide, Sometimes through vales of tears.
Age follows youth, which, ere we know, Has vanished like a dream, And takes its glamour from the glow Of mem'ry's silvery gleam.
There is no halt; and more and more There seems an open sea Reaching us with its ceaseless roar-- It is eternity.
There is one Pilot that we need, One who can safely steer, One who at heaven's court can plead, And all our journey cheer.
'Tis Jesus Christ; and all who see In him the truth, the way, Are in possession of the key To heaven's eternal day.
WEALTH
O soul, it is not thine, But lent to thee in trust That thou may'st make God's glory shine, Secured from moth and rust.
Thou can'st not take one mite Except as thou dost give And waft it in the golden light Where heaven's glories live.
Go look for those in need-- The hungry and the cold. Kind words and actions are the seed Which yield their fruits of gold.
Give to the heathen world Knowledge of Christ our Lord; Pray that his banner be unfurled; Send forth, his priceless word.
He lived for us and died, And intercedes above. His blood, a sacrificial tide, Redeems us by his love.
"Barbarian, bond and free, The wise and the unwise"-- 'Tis ours to give and theirs to see Salvation's blood-bought prize.
We know not 'neath the sky Who'll gather of our store, But if we lay it up on high, 'Tis ours forevermore.
THE CAPTIVES
Psalm 137.
Captives by Babel's limpid streams, We hung our harps on willows there; Wept over Zion; and our dreams, Waking or sleeping, she did share.
Our victors, with their battle arms, Derided, jeered, and scorned our tears; Required mirth, diversion's charms, To thus allay their guilty fears.
"Sing us a song" is their demand, "Yea, sing us one of Zion's songs!" How can our voices thus expand To what to us and God belongs?
How can we on this heathen shore, Surrounded by idolatry, Sing songs that unto us are more Than all their glittering pageantry?
Jerusalem, should we forget, We pray our hearts and tongues be still! Jerusalem! Oh, may we yet Worship upon thy holy hill.
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