He that of such a height hath
built his mind,
And reared the dwelling of his thoughts so strong,
As neither fear nor hope can shake the frame
Of his resolved powers; nor all the wind
Of vanity or malice pierce to wrong
His settled peace, or to disturb the same:
What a fair seat hath he, from whence he may
The boundless wastes and wilds of man survey?
Thou wilt keep him in perfect
peace, whose mind is stayed on thee;
because he trusteth in thee.
—Isaiah 26. 3.
O Lord, it is not that I am ashamed to ask thee for the truth that I do not more diligently seek it, but it is because I fear the sacrifice that may follow in obtaining it. I would that I could understand that thy strength is given in the sacrifice. Make me braver as I seek to live in the truth. Amen.
Richard Gibson died 1690.
Charlotte Cushman born 1816.
Coventry Patmore born 1823.
I do not ask, O Lord, that
life may be
A pleasant road;
I do not ask that thou would’st take from me
Aught of its load.
For one thing only, Lord,
dear Lord, I plead:
Lead me aright—
Though strength should falter, and though heart should bleed—
Through peace to light.
—Adelaide A. Procter.
O, why and whither?—God
I only know that he is good,
And that whatever may befall
Or here or there, must be the best that could.
—John G. Whittier.
Lead me, O Jehovah, in thy
righteousness because of mine enemies;
Make thy way straight before my face.
—Psalm 5. 8.
Loving Father, may I never fail to ask for thy guidance, for thou hast promised to lead me to the cool springs while I pass through the desert places. Help me to put myself in thy keeping and say, “Thy will be done.” Amen.
Rev. John Newton born 1725.
John P. Curran born 1750.
J.G. Holland born 1819.
As the winged arrow flies
Speedily the mark to find;
As the lightning from the skies
Darts and leaves no trace behind;
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life’s rapid stream;
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise;
All below is but a dream.
O gentlemen! the time is short;
To spend that shortness basely were too long,
If life did ride upon a dial’s point,
Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
Jehovah, make me to know mine
And the measure of my days, what it is;
Let me know how frail I am.