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A MOMENT IN THE MORNING
A moment in the morning, ere the cares of the day begin, Ere the heart's wide door is open for the world to enter in, Ah, then, alone with Jesus, in the silence of the morn, In heavenly sweet communion, let your duty-day be born. In the quietude that blesses with a prelude of repose Let your soul be smoothed and softened, as the dew revives the rose.
A moment in the morning take your Bible in your hand, And catch a glimpse of glory from the peaceful promised land: It will linger still before you when you seek the busy mart, And like flowers of hope will blossom into beauty in your heart. The precious words, like jewels, will glisten all the day With a rare effulgent glory that will brighten all the way; When comes a sore temptation, and your feet are near a snare, You may count them like a rosary and make each one a prayer.
A moment in the morning--a moment, if no more-- Is better than an hour when the trying day is o'er. 'Tis the gentle dew from heaven, the manna for the day; If you fail to gather early--alas! it melts away. So, in the blush of morning, take the offered hand of love, And walk in heaven's pathway and the peacefulness thereof.
--Arthur Lewis Tubbs.
AN INVITATION TO PRAYER
Come to the morning prayer, Come, let us kneel and pray; Prayer is the Christian pilgrim's staff To walk with God all day.
At noon, beneath the Rock Of Ages rest and pray; Sweet is the shadow from the heat When the sun smites by day.
At eve, shut to the door, Round the home altar pray; And finding there "the house of God" At "heaven's gate" close the day.
When midnight seals our eyes, Let each in spirit say, "I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord, With thee to watch and pray."
--James Montgomery.
SELFISH PRAYER
How we, poor players on life's little stage, Thrust blindly at each other in our rage, Quarrel and fret, yet rashly dare to pray To God to keep us on our selfish way.
We think to move him with our prayer and praise To serve our needs, as in the old Greek days Their gods came down and mingled in the fight With mightier arms the flying foe to smite.
The laughter of those gods pealed down to man; For heaven was but earth's upper story then, Where goddesses about an apple strove And the high gods fell humanly in love.
--Louise Chandler Moulton.
To make rough places plain, and crooked straight; To help the weak; to envy not the strong; To make the earth a sweeter dwelling place, In little ways, or if we may, in great, And in the world to help the heavenly song, We pray, Lord Jesus, grant to us thy grace!
THE TWO RELIGIONS
A woman sat by a hearthside place Reading a book, with a pleasant face, Till a child came up, with a childish frown, And pushed the book, saying, "Put it down." Then the mother, slapping his curly head, Said, "Troublesome child, go off to bed; A great deal of Christ's life I must know To train you up as a child should go." And the child went off to bed to cry, And denounce religion--by and by.
Another woman bent over a book With a smile of joy and an intent look, Till a child came up and jogged her knee, And said of the book, "Put it down--take me." Then the mother sighed as she stroked his head, Saying softly, "I never shall get it read: But I'll try by loving to learn His will, And his love into my child instill." That child went to bed without a sigh, And will love religion--by and by.
A LIFE HID WITH CHRIST
I have a life with Christ to live; But ere I live it must I wait Till learning can clear answer give Of this or that book's date?
I have a life in Christ to live, I have a death in Christ to die; And must I wait till science give All doubts a full reply?
Nay, rather, while the sea of doubt Is raging wildly round about, Questioning of life and death and sin, Let me but creep within Thy fold, O Christ, and at thy feet Take but the lowest seat, And hear thine awful voice repeat In gentlest accents, heavenly sweet, "Come unto me and rest; Believe me, and be blest."
--John Campbell Shairp.
Still raise for good the supplicating voice, But leave to Heaven the measure and the choice.
--Dr. Samuel Johnson.
PRAY ALWAYS
Go when the morning shineth, Go when the noon is bright, Go when the eve declineth, Go in the hush of night; Go with pure mind and feeling, Fling earthly thoughts away, And, in thy chamber kneeling, Do thou in secret pray.
Remember all who love thee, All who are loved by thee; Pray, too, for those who hate thee, If any such there be. Then for thyself in meekness A blessing humbly claim, And link with thy petition The great Redeemer's name.
Or, if 'tis e'er denied thee In solitude to pray, Should holy thoughts come o'er thee When friends are round thy way, E'en then the silent breathing Of thy spirit, raised above, May reach His throne of glory Who is mercy, truth and love.
Oh! not a joy or blessing With this can we compare: The power that he hath given us To pour our hearts in prayer. Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness Before His footstool fall, And remember in thy gladness His grace who gave thee all.
--Jane C. Simpson.
More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats, That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer, Both for themselves and those who call them friend. For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
--Alfred Tennyson.
ENOCH
He walked with God, by faith, in solitude, At early dawn or tranquil eventide; In some lone leafy place he would abide Till his whole being was with God imbued. He walked with God amid the multitude; No threats or smiles could his firm soul divide From that beloved presence at his side Whose still small voice silenced earth's noises rude. Boldly abroad to men he testified How "the Lord cometh" and the judgment brings; Gently at home he trained his "sons and daughters"; Till, praying, a bright chariot he espied Sent to translate him, as on angels' wings, To walk with God beside heaven's "living waters."
--R. Wilton.
A WORKER'S PRAYER
Lord, speak to me, that I may speak In living echoes of thy tone; As thou hast sought, so let me seek Thy erring children, lost and lone.
Oh, teach me, Lord, that I may teach The precious things thou dost impart; And wing my words that they may reach The hidden depths of many a heart.
Oh, give thine own sweet rest to me, That I may speak with soothing power A word in season, as from thee, To weary ones in needful hour.
Oh, use me, Lord, use even me, Just as thou wilt, and when and where; Until thy blessed face I see, Thy rest, thy joy, thy glory share.
God answers prayer-- Answers always, everywhere, I may cast my anxious care, Burdens I could never bear, On the God who heareth prayer.
SUBMISSION AND REST
The camel, at the close of day Kneels down upon the sandy plain To have his burden lifted off And rest again.
My soul, thou too should to thy knees When daylight draweth to a close, And let thy Master lift the load And grant repose.
Else how couldst thou to-morrow meet, With all to-morrow's work to do, If thou thy burden all the night Dost carry through?
The camel kneels at break of day To have his guide replace his load; Then rises up anew to take The desert road.
So thou shouldst kneel at morning's dawn That God may give thee daily care; Assured that he no load too great Will make thee bear.
TAKE TIME TO BE HOLY
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