English Prayers and Poems
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Yet Love Will Dream
Yet love will dream, and faith will trust
(Since He who knows our need is just)
That somehow, somewhere, meet we must.
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress trees:
Who, hopeless, lays his dead away,
Nor looks to see the breaking day
Across the mournful marbles play:
Who hath not learned, in hours of faith,
The truth of flesh and sense unknown,
That Life is ever Lord of Death,
And love can never lose its own.
John Greenleaf Whittier
How Happy Every Child of Grace
How happy every child of grace,
Who knows his sins forgiven!
“This earth,” he cries, “is not my place,
I seek my place in heaven:
A country far from mortal sight,
Which yet by faith I see,
The land of rest, the saintís delight,
The heaven prepared for me.”
O what a blessed hope is ours!
While here on earth we stay:
We more than taste the heavenly powers,
And antedate that day,
We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ concealed,
And with His glorious presence here
His life in us revealed.
Charles Wesley
Now the Laborer’s Task is O’er
Now the laborer's task is o'er;
Now the battle day is past;
Now upon the farther shore
Lands the voyager at last.
Father, in Thy gracious keeping
Leave we now Thy servant sleeping.
“Earth to earth, and dust to dust;”
Calmly now the words we say;
Left behind, we wait in trust,
For the resurrection day
Father, in Thy gracious keeping
Leave we now Thy servant sleeping.
John Ellerton
I Know Not What the Future Hath
I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise,
Assured alone that life and death
God's mercy underlies.
And so beside the silent sea
I wait the muffled oar:
No harm from Him can come to me
On ocean or on shore.
I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.
John G. Whittier
Journey’s End
When on my day of life the night is falling,
And in the wind from unsunned spaces blown,
I hear far voices out of darkness calling
My feet on paths unknown;
Some humble door among Thy many mansions,
Some sheltering shade where sin and striving cease,
And flows for ever through heaven's green expansions,
The river of Thy peace.
There, from the music round about me stealing,
I fain would learn the new and holy song,
And find at last, beneath Thy trees of healing,
The life for which I long.
John G. Whittier
Grave For Me
Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me;
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
Robert Louis Stevenson
O Sacred Head, How Wounded
My Savior, be Thou near me
When death is at my door;
Then let Thy presence cheer me,
Forsake me nevermore:
When soul and body languish,
Oh, leave me not alone,
But take away mine anguish
By virtue of Thine own:
Be Thou my Consolation,
My Shield, when I must die;
Remind me of Thy Passion
When my last hour draws nigh.
Mine eyes shall then behold Thee,
Upon Thy cross shall dwell,
My heart by faith enfold Thee.
Who dieth thus dies well.
Paul Gerhardt
There is a day of sunny rest
For every dark and troubled night;
And grief may bide an evening guest.
But joy shall come with early light.
For God hath marked each sorrowing day.
And numbered every secret tear.
And Heaven's long age of bliss shall pay
For all His children suffer here.
William Cullen Bryant
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