If the Church of England were to fail, it would be found in my parish
If the Church of England were to fail, it would be found in my parish
New every morning is the love Our waking and uprising prove, Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life and power and thought.
Abide with me from morn to eve, For without Thee I cannot live Abide with me when night is nigh. For without Thee I dare not die.
And help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray.
Peace is the first thing the angels sang.
We need not bid, for cloistered cell, Our neighbour and our work farewell. Nor strive to wind ourselves too high For sinful man beneath the sky.
Be every mourner's sleep tonight Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.
Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night if thou be near. Oh, may no earthborn cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
As fire kindled by fire, so is the poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet.
The voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest wedding day.
New every morning is the love; Our wakening and uprising prove.
The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask Room to deny ourselves a road To bring us, daily, nearer God.
Blest are the pure in heart, for they shall see our God. The secret of the Lord is theirs Their soul is Christ's abode.
The watchful mother tarries nigh, though sleep has closed her infants eyes.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories