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Jesus Poems

Table of Contents

  1. Jesus, The Beautiful by Amos Russell Wells
  2. A Morning Prayer by Gigi Ryan
  3. The Physician by Amos Russell Wells
  4. Our Seven Wonders by Amos Russel Wells
  5. Endeavor's Corner-Stone by Anonymous
  6. Christ's Words by Anonymous
  7. Have You Found the Bible by Anonymous
  8. The Child on Calvary by John B. Tabb
  9. Love Not The World by Lydia Howard Sigourney
  10. In the Garden by C. Austin Miles
  11. A Thought On The Sea-Shore by John Newton
  12. The Crucified of Galilee by Helen M. Johnson
  13. On the Crucifixion of Our Savior by Eliza Wolcott
  14. Christ, Who's Gone Before by Eliza Wolcott
  15. An Exhortation to Patience by Eliza Wolcott
  16. The Good Shepherd by D. N. Howe
  17. The Hem of His Garment by William Henry Dawson
  18. The Lamb by William Blake
  19. E Tenebris by Oscar Wilde
  20. Sheep and Lambs by Katharine Tynan Hinkson
  21. Forgiveness by Eliza Down
  22. Forgiveness by Mary Ann Hanmer Dodd
  23. At Night by Kate Louise Wheeler
  24. The Bargain by Henry Van Dyke
  25. The Prison and the Angel by Henry Van Dyke
  26. Give Me thine heart! by J. R. Eastwood
  27. "It is Finished." by Christina Georgina Rossetti
  28. On Looking at a Picture of the Crucifixion by E. N. S.
  29. He Shall Save His People From Their Sins by ENS
  30. The Guiding Star by ENS
  31. Encouragement by ENS
  32. None Other Lamb by Christina Georgina Rossetti
  33. Come Thou Long Expected Jesus by Charles Wesley
  34. Roses by Joyce Kilmer
  35. Knocking by Harriet Beecher Stowe
  36. The Good Shepherd by William Edensor Littlewood
  37. Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life by George Herbert
  38. The Light by Paul Laurence Dunbar
  39. Walk With Me by Gigi Ryan
  40. Living for a Purpose by A. L. Gepford
  41. Revelations 2:7 by Eliza Wolcott
  42. My All And In All Is Christ by Peter Burn
  43. The Wisdom of God by Thomas Randall
  44. Comforting Promises by Elizabeth Hedge Webster
  45. Now—Then by John Hill Luther, D. D.

  1. Jesus, The Beautiful

    by Amos Russell Wells

    Roses gleam with red and white;
    Jesus is a fairer sight.
    Violets in shmlows lie;
    Jesus wins the seeking eye.

    Where the sunset's green and gold
    As a missal is unrolled,
    Tenderer in beauty still
    Jesus shines on vale and hill.

    Where the mountain's regal dome
    Gives the clouds a castle-home,
    Lordlier than all their grace
    Jesus crowns His dwelling place.

    Sweeter than the morning light
    Laid upon a maiden bright,
    Lovelier than children are,
    Jesus' face is fairer far.

    From the beauties of the world
    By the happy spring unfurled,
    From Milan's crystallic spell
    And the art of Raphael,

    Turn we with contented eyes
    Where all heauty satisfies,
    Where the soul of loveliness
    Knows to gladden and to bless.

    Jesus, beauty's central sun,
    Thou the only heauteous one.
    Clear my eyes that I may see
    All is beautiful from Thee!

  2. A Morning Prayer

    by Gian Ryan

    Good morning Lord, I thank you for this day;
    Help me to watch and hear You as I pray.

    You are most High and Holy; my Great King;
    My praises, sins and needs to You I bring.

    Your Name is Righteous and Your Wisdom best;
    Help me today in Your Strong Arms to rest.

    Keep me from every idol of the heart;
    Things that from my God tempt me to part.

    Your kingdom first I desire to seek,
    And follow in Your ways with heart that’s meek.

    Your grace and strength provide me to sustain;
    All works without would be done in vain.

    Help me in Your Shadow to reside;
    Always with the Lord God to abide.

    Oh, that your angels round me would encamp;
    Your Word unto my feet a guiding lamp.

    May others know I care to listen well;
    And think before I let my word dispel.

    Help me to love You as I ought to do;
    And love the ones to whom my love is due.

    May those around me wish a closer walk
    With You by my heart and works and talk.

    Let me not grow weary in the fight
    When enemies appear to have more might.

    Of all the earth my Jesus, He is King!
    May this be the mind’s best rendering!

    Since Jesus died to pay for my sins all
    Keep me humble lest I rise and fall.

    Dear Shepherd walk with me for all this day;
    Hold me tight; don’t let me go astray.

    You are my Life, my Joy, my Hope, my Rock!
    Keep me safe from every tempest shock!

    Until I rest eternally with You,
    Keep me holy, safe, and pure and true.

  3. The Physician

    by Amos Russel Wells

    Thou whose healing reaches far
    Where the seeds of evil are,
    Probe the source of my distress,
    Every secret sinfulness.

    Thou whose eye discovers keen
    Both the hidden and the seen,
    Use Thy knife, if so Thou wilt,
    Where I think me free from guilt.

    Thou whose mind is wise to see
    What has been and what will be,
    Though no present ill I know,
    Save me from the coming woe.

    Human sages ply their art.
    Curing fever, chill, and smart;
    Thou, O Christ, my health shalt be
    Now, and through eternity.

  4. Our Seven Wonders

    by Amos Russel Wells

    O Christ, the Wonderful! we gladly see
    The seven wonders of the world in Thee.

    Pharos! that flung so bold a light abroad,—
    The Light of all the world is Christ, our Lord.

    Vast pyramids that lift the wondering sight,
    Bow down to Christ, the Apex of all height!

    Colossus, framed the Rhodian gulf to span,—
    Our Christ has bridged the gulf from God to man.

    Babylon's hanging gardens, fruitful, gay,—
    We have a Vine that wrapa the world to-day.

    Rare Mausoleum, shrine of royal breath,—
    Christ is the King that conquered even death.

    Diana's temple!—all that Christ adore
    Become His temples, peerless evermore.

    Statue of Zeus, low lying in the sod,
    Worship our Christ, the ever-living God!

  5. Endeavor's Corner-Stone

    by Anonymous

    [Read at the laying of the corner stone of the Christian Endeavor Headquarters Building Boston July 18, 1917.]

    Lift the building fair and strong,
    Sink its pillars firm and sure,
    Crown its cornices with song,
    Frame its portals to endure.
    What shall be the corner-stone?
    Jesus Christ and He alone.

    Prophets and apostles all,
    Workers faithful, workers true.
    They have wrought upon the wall,
    Building better than they knew,
    They are not the corner-stone;
    It is Jesus Christ alone.

    Yes, and he whose flaming soul
    Manned it all with loving skill,
    He who labored on the whole,
    And who leads the workers still,--
    He is not the corner-stone:
    It is Jesus Christ alone.

    Jesus Christ, whose will august
    Is our life and truth and way;
    Jesus Christ, in whom we trust
    For the power to obey,--
    Jesus Christ, and He alone,
    Is the building's corner stone

    Jesus Christ, whose boundless love
    Binds the youth of every land,
    With a tie all strife above,
    Into one united band,
    Him with brother hearts we own
    Our unbroken corner-stone.

    Jesus Christ, the shepherd true
    Of the sheep of many folds,
    Who in one benignant view
    All His differing churches holds,
    Him with comrade hearts we own
    Our unsevered corner-stone.

    Jesus Christ, who bids us go
    Or unresting stay behind,
    Till the field or face the foe
    With the same courageous mind,
    As Endeavor's guide we own
    Christ, the four-square corner-stone.

    Framed in Jesus, fitly framed
    May the noble building rise,
    Temple of the Lord acclaimed,
    Of the earth and of the skies,
    All its fair proportions grown
    Out of Christ, its corner stone.

  6. Christ's Words

    by Anonymous

    The words of Christ are fruitful seeds,
    Springing up in loving deeds.

    The words of Christ are lamps aglow,
    Showing travellers where to go.

    The words of Christ are shining goals,
    Beckoning courageous souls.

    The words of Jesus mountains are,
    From whose top we see afar.

    The words of Jesus are a fleet,
    Loaded with the finest wheat.

    The words of Jesus are a host,
    Conquering foes thut loudly boast.

    The Saviour's words are skilful guides,
    Leading up the mountain-sides.

    The Saviour's words are lashing cords,
    And flying darts and piercing swords.

    The Saviour's words are gentle rain,
    Freshening the arid plain.

    The words of Christ our life shall be,
    Here and through eternity.

  7. The Cup

    by Amos Russel Wells

    He had passed the cup of the wine of love
    In the feast of the Upper Room;
    He had gone, with the paschal moon above,
    To the depths of the Garden gloom.

    And there on the solemn shaded ground
    Where the ancient olives grow,
    Another goblet the Saviour found,
    The cup of the deepest woe.

    The wine of that goblet was black as death.
    And bitter with ancient sin.
    And horribly foul was the fetid breath
    Of the liquor that fumed within.

    And they who had drunk in the city of light
    As the cup of love He poured,
    Stupidly slept in the Garden's night,
    Nor thought of their anguished Lord.

    O Saviour, who givest our human race
    The cup of Thy love so rare,
    In Gethsemane's shadow be ours the grace
    The cup of Thy woe to share!

  8. The Child on Calvary

    by John B. Tabb

    THE Cross is tall,
    And I too small
    To reach His hand
    Or touch His feet;
    But on the sand
    His footprints I have found,
    And it is sweet
    To kiss the holy ground.

  9. Love Not The World

    by Lydia Howard Sigourney

    To gain the friendship of the world,
    How vain the ceaseless strife;
    We sow the sand, we grasp the wind,
    We waste the life of life.

    Perchance some giddy height we gain,
    Some gilded treasure show,
    The footing fails, the shadow 'scapes,
    We sink in deeper wo.

    Yet, baffled, still the toil we try,
    The eager chase renew,
    Even though the portals of the grave
    Yawn on our startled view.

    But Thou, whose pitying mercy's tide
    Is like the unfathom'd sea,
    Thy love was waiting for our souls,
    That would not turn to Thee;

    Thy hand was stretch'd Thy voice was heard
    Thy fold was open wide,
    Ah! who the straying sheep can save
    That shuns the Eternal Guide?

  10. In the Garden

    by C. Austin Miles

    I come to the garden alone, While the dew
    is still on the roses;
    And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
    the Son of God discloses.

    And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
    And He tells me I am His own.
    And the joy we share as we tarry there,
    None other has ever known.

    He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
    Is so sweet the birds hush their singing;
    And the melody that He gave to me
    Within my heart is ringing.

    And He walks with me, and He talks to me,
    And He tells me I am His own,
    And the joy we share as we tarry there,
    None other has ever known.

    I'd stay in the garden with Him
    Tho the night around me be falling;
    But He bid me go, thru the voice of woe,
    His voice to me is calling

    And he walks with me, and he talks with me,
    And He tells me I am His own,
    And the joy we share as we tarry there,
    None other has ever known.

  11. A Thought On The Sea-Shore

    by John Newton

    In ev'ry object here I see
    Something, O Lord, that leads to thee:
    Firm as the rocks thy promise stands,
    Thy mercies countless as the sands,
    Thy love a sea immensely wide,
    Thy grace an ever-flowing tide.
    In ev'ry object here I see
    Something, my heart, that points at thee
    Hard as the rocks that bound the strand,
    Unfruitful as the barren sand,
    Deep and deceitful as the ocean,
    And, like the tide, in constant motion.

  12. The Crucified of Galilee

    by Helen M. Johnson

    Methought I stood, at close of day,
    Where soft the balmy breezes play,
    And bright beneath the Eastern skies
    The sacred hills of Canaan rise,
    And saw him on the shameful tree,—
    The Crucified of Galilee!

    I heard the mocking throng deride
    The anguish of the Crucified;
    I saw the brilliant sun grow dim;
    I heard creation shriek for him;
    I saw him die, and die for me,—
    The Crucified of Galilee!

    And then I saw the veil upraised
    From the eternal world, and gazed
    Upon the scene in deep surprise;
    One form alone could fix my eyes;
    I knew him, yes, indeed 'twas he,—
    The Crucified of Galilee!

    And though upon his lovely brow
    A beam of glory rested now;
    Though angels praised his holy name;
    Yet still I knew he was the same
    Who hung upon the shameful tree,—
    The Crucified of Galilee!

    I knew him by his tender air;
    I knew him by the fervent prayer
    He breathed for those for whom he died;
    I knew him by his wounded side;
    By these I knew that it was he,—
    The Crucified of Galilee!

    I knew him by the loving smile
    With which he welcomed sinners vile;
    I knew him, for he took a share
    In all his children's griefs and care;
    I knew him by his love for me,—
    The Crucified of Galilee!

    The vision faded from afar;
    But still 't is memory's guiding star,
    To cheer the night and point a way
    Unto an everlasting day,
    When I, with unveiled eyes, shall see
    The Crucified of Galilee!

  13. On the Crucifixion of Our Savior

    by Eliza Wolcott

    Day of days, his people crown'd him,
    But the crown was not of love;
    And on his crown they smote to wound him,
    Lord of all the worlds above.

    Milder than the blushing morning,
    Was his heavenly aspect fair;
    He beheld their cruel scornings;
    None remember'd Bethlehem's Star.

    He fulfil'd the glorious presage,
    Took the sin and bore the shame,
    And thus show'd his heavenly message;
    O love immutable, the same.

    Saints your life is in this blessing,
    Christ has pointed you the way,
    Sinners kneel to God, confessing
    Crimes which he can wash away.

  14. Christ, Who's Gone Before

    by Eliza Wolcott

    When troubles rise,
    And tempests roar,
    Lift up you eyes,
    Christ went before.

    Though friends may part,
    And tears may pour,
    Comfort your heart,
    Christ went befere.

    Though, in the dust.
    They're seen no more,
    Still Him we trust
    Who went before.

    When left alone,
    Unseen, adore
    That righteous One,
    Who went before.

    When death's cold stream
    Shall round us pour,
    Then think on Him,
    Who went before.

    None e'er should faint,
    Who seek that shore,
    Or make complaint,—
    Christ went before.

  15. An Exhortation to Patience

    by Eliza Wolcott

    It is a thorny path we tread,
    Where disappointments come;
    Then we are mingled with the dead,
    And cover'd in the tomb.

    Our fondest hopes are blighted here,
    For earth is not our home;
    Then o'er frail life we drop a tear,
    And welcome then the tomb.

    To-day the sun is bright and clear,
    To morrow clouds may come;
    Yet though no change to us appear,
    We are hastening to the tomb.

    Look then on life as lent awhile,
    To gain a heavenly home,
    Where Jesus meets us with a smile,
    Who once perfum'd the tomb.

    For us a crown of thorns He wore,
    His soul was fill'd with gloom,
    Then led believers evermore,
    To triumph o'er the tomb.

    When to the cross His hands were nail'd,
    And the dread hour was come,
    His glorious mission never fail'd,
    He conquer'd then the tomb.

    Then let us wait with patience here,
    Our Conqueror soon will come;
    The trump shall sound, the dead shall hear,
    And live beyond the tomb.

    When time is done with us below,
    Our souls can never die,
    But will partake of joy or woe,
    Beyond the human eye.

    – Eliza Wolcott
    "Love Is The Fulfilling Of The Law"

    The Son of God, whose blood was spilt
    To wash our sins away,
    Was a great sacrifice for guilt,
    Which we could never pay.

    – Eliza Wolcott
    The Time Is Short
  16. The Good Shepherd

    by D. N. Howe

    There were ninety and nine
    Of a flock, sleek and fine
    In a sheltering cote in the vale;
    But a lamb was away,
    On the mountain astray,
    Unprotected within the safe pale.

    Then the sleet and the rain
    On the mountain and plain,
    And the wind fiercely blowing a gale,
    And the night's growing dark,
    And the wolf's hungry bark
    Stir the soul of the shepherd so hale.

    And he says, "Hireling, go;
    For a lamb's in the snow
    And exposed to the wild hungry beast;
    'Tis no time to keep seat,
    Nor to rest weary feet,
    Nor to sit at a bounteous feast."

    Then the hireling replied,
    "Here you have at your side
    All your flock save this one little sheep.
    Are the ninety and nine,
    All so safe and so fine,
    Not enough for the shepherd to keep?"

    Then the shepherd replied,
    "Ah! this lamb from my side
    Presses near, very near, to my heart.
    Not its value in pay
    Makes me urge in this way,
    But the longings and achings of heart."

    "Let me wait till the day,
    O good shepherd, I pray;
    For I shudder to go in the dark
    On the mountain so high
    And its precipice nigh
    'Mong the wolves with their frightening bark."

    Then the shepherd said, "No;
    Surely some one must go
    Who can rescue my lamb from the cold,
    From the wolf's hungry maw
    And the lion's fierce paw
    And restore it again to the fold."

    Then the shepherd goes out
    With his cloak girt about
    And his rod and his staff in his hand.
    What cares he for the cold
    If his sheep to the fold
    He can bring from the dark mountain land?

    You can hear his clear voice
    As the mountains rejoice,
    "Sheepy sheep, sheepy sheep, sheepy sheep!"
    Up the hillside so steep,
    Into caverns so deep,
    "Sheepy sheep, sheepy sheep, sheepy sheep!"

    Now he hears its weak "baa,"
    And he answers it, "Ah!
    Sheepy sheep, sheepy sheep, sheepy sheep!"
    Then its answering bleat
    Hurries on his glad feet,
    And his arms gather up his lost sheep.

    Wet and cold on his breast
    The lost lamb found its rest
    As he bore it adown to the fold.
    And the ninety and nine
    Bleat for joy down the line,
    That it's safe from the wolf and the cold.

    Then he said to his friends,
    "Now let joy make amends
    For the steeps and the deeps I have crossed—
    For the pelting of sleet
    And my sore, weary feet,
    For I've found the dear lamb that was lost."

    Let the hirelings upbraid
    For the nights that He stayed
    On the mountains so rugged and high.
    Surely never a jeer
    From my lips shall one hear,
    For—that poor lonely lambkin—was—I.

    While the eons shall roll
    O'er my glad ransomed soul
    I will praise the Good Shepherd above,
    For a place on His breast,
    For its comfort and rest,
    For His wonderful, wonderful love.

  17. The Hem of His Garment

    by William Henry Dawson

    While the throng pressed closely upon Him,
    And all were so anxious to see
    The Man who was born in Bethlehem—
    Who'd walked on the blue Galilee—
    The Savior turned quickly about, and
    Inquired of the great surging throng,
    "Who touched me?" "Who hath put forth a hand?"
    For out from me virtue hath gone.

    It was not the hem of His garment
    That made the poor sick woman whole.
    There was nothing whate'er in His raiment
    That could comfort a poor sin-sick soul.
    'Twas the touch of the life within Him;
    'Twas the touch of His love-filled soul;
    'Twas His love that discovered her sin;
    'Twas redemption that made her whole.

  18. The Lamb

    by William Blake

    Little Lamb, who made thee?
    Dost thou know who made thee,
    Gave thee life, and bade thee feed
    By the stream and o'er the mead;
    Gave thee clothing of delight
    Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
    Gave thee such a tender voice,
    Making all the vales rejoice?
    Little Lamb, who made thee?
    Dost thou know who made thee?

    Little Lamb, I'll tell thee;
    Little Lamb, I'll tell thee;
    He is called by thy name,
    For He calls Himself a Lamb.
    He is meek, and He is mild;
    He became a little child.
    I a child, and thou a lamb,
    We are called by His name.
    Little Lamb, God bless thee!
    Little Lamb, God bless thee.

  19. E Tenebris

    by Oscar Wilde

    Come down, O Christ, and help me! reach Thy hand,
    For I am drowning in a stormier sea
    Than Simon on Thy lake of Galilee:
    The wine of life is spilt upon the sand,
    My heart is as some famine-murdered land
    Whence all good things have perished utterly,
    And well I know my soul in Hell must lie
    If I this night before God’s throne should stand.
    ‘He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase,
    Like Baal, when his prophets howled that name
    From morn to noon on Carmel’s smitten height.’
    Nay, peace, I shall behold, before the night,
    The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame,
    The wounded hands, the weary human face.

  20. Sheep and Lambs

    by Katharine Tynan Hinkson

    All in the April morning,
    April airs were abroad;
    The sheep with their little lambs
    Pass'd me by on the road.

    The sheep with their little lambs
    Pass'd me by on the road;
    All in an April evening
    I thought on the Lamb of God.

    The lambs were weary, and crying
    With a weak human cry;
    I thought on the Lamb of God
    Going meekly to die.

    Up in the blue, blue mountains
    Dewy pastures are sweet:
    Rest for the little bodies,
    Rest for the little feet.

    Rest for the Lamb of God
    Up on the hill-top green;
    Only a cross of shame
    Two stark crosses between.

    All in the April evening,
    April airs were abroad;
    I saw the sheep with their lambs,
    And thought on the Lamb of God.

  21. Forgiveness

    by Eliza Down

    Oh, come and kiss the bleeding feet,
    Nailed to the shameful tree!
    Come in your chains of guilt and sin,
    Come in your misery,
    Come to the feet of Him
    Who died to set you free!

    Come, and your hearts of stone shall melt,
    To think such love should be
    So long despised, so long denied,—
    Sinner, He cares for thee!
    Come to the feet of Him
    Who died to set you free!

    The new pure heart shall Christ bestow,
    Oh, taste His liberty!
    Pardon and peace He giveth you
    His joy your own shall be,
    Come to the feet of Him
    Who died to set you free!

    Oh, kiss with tears the bleeding feet
    Nailed to the shameful tree!
    Come men, come women, stained with sin,
    Slaves sold to infamy,
    Come to the feet of Him
    Who died to set you free!

  22. Forgiveness

    by Mary Ann Hanmer Dodd

    When the last lesson Jesus taught,
    We in our hearts would shrine,
    How are we moved with love so deep,
    Forgiveness so divine.
    We see him nailed upon the cross,
    Cold with the dew of death,
    Imploring pardon for his foes,
    With his fast failing breath.

    Saviour! to thee we trusting come; Look from thy throne above!
    Teach us to meekly imitate,
    Thy pure and holy love.
    However coldly, deeply wronged,
    Be our petition too,
    "Father, forgive the sinful ones,
    They know not what they do!"

  23. At Night

    by Kate Louise Wheeler

    At night when all the world is still,
    And stars in glory shine,
    There comes to earth a whisper sweet
    Of peace and love divine.

    And gazing upward to the sky,
    Where million lights appear,
    We seem to see the heaven beyond,
    And feel that Christ is near.

    The weary day is past and gone,
    The angels sing again
    Of glory to the God on high
    And "Peace, good will toward men."

    We seem to hear beyond the night
    The music soft and sweet;
    And laying all our burdens down,
    We rest at Jesus' feet.

    Our trusting hearts and hope of heaven
    Have banished doubt and care,
    And Christ is waiting to forgive,—
    To answer every prayer.

    This love immortal is our guide,
    And shorter seems the way;
    Beyond the stars and night of earth
    Is home and endless day.

  24. The Bargain

    by Henry Van Dyke

    What shall I give for thee,
    Thou Pearl of greatest price?
    For all the treasures I possess
    Would not suffice.

    I give my store of gold;
    It is but earthly dross:
    But thou shalt make me rich, beyond
    All fear of loss.

    Mine honours I resign;
    They are but small at best:
    Thou like a royal star shalt shine
    Upon my breast.

    My worldly joys I give,
    The flowers with which I played;
    Thy beauty, far more heavenly fair,
    Shall never fade.

    Dear Lord, is that enough?
    Nay, not a thousandth part.
    Well, then, I have but one thing more:
    Take Thou my heart.

  25. The Prison and the Angel

    by Henry Van Dyke

    Self is the only prison that can ever bind the soul;
    Love is the only angel who can bid the gates unroll;
    And when he comes to call thee, arise and follow fast;
    His way may lie through darkness, but it leads to light at last.

  26. Give Me thine heart!

    by J. R. Eastwood

    "Give Me thine heart!" When life was young
    That summons gently came,
    With Jesus in the songs I sung
    The sweetest name.

    And God still called. The endless day
    Was in its early noon,
    With hours that beckoned far away;
    It was too soon.

    O love Divine! the grief, the tears,
    The Life laid down for me,
    And my return of sinful years,
    Estranged from Thee!

    O late repentance! I resign
    What Thou hast made Thine own,
    And all my heart's best love is Thine,
    And Thine alone!

  27. "It is Finished."

    by Christina Georgina Rossetti

    Dear Lord, let me recount to Thee
    Some of the great things thou hast done
    For me, even me
    Thy little one.

    It was not I that cared for Thee,—
    But Thou didst set Thy heart upon
    Me, even me
    Thy little one.

    And therefore was it sweet to Thee
    To leave Thy Majesty and Throne,
    And grow like me
    A Little One,

    A swaddled Baby on the knee
    Of a dear Mother of Thine own,
    Quite weak like me
    Thy little one.

    Thou didst assume my misery,
    And reap the harvest I had sown,
    Comforting me
    Thy little one.

    Jerusalem and Galilee,—
    Thy love embraced not those alone,
    But also me
    Thy little one.

    Thy unblemished Body on the Tree
    Was bared and broken to atone
    For me, for me
    Thy little one.

    Thou lovedst me upon the Tree,—
    Still me, hid by the ponderous stone,—
    Me always,—me
    Thy little one.

    And love of me arose with Thee
    When death and hell lay overthrown:
    Thou lovedst me
    Thy little one.

    And love of me went up with Thee
    To sit upon Thy Father’s Throne:
    Thou lovedst me
    Thy little one:

    Lord, as Thou me, so would I Thee
    Love in pure love’s communion,
    For Thou lov’st me
    Thy little one:

    Which love of me brings back with Thee
    To Judgment when the Trump is blown,
    Still loving me
    Thy little one.

  28. On Looking at a Picture of the Crucifixion

    by E. N. S.

    Turn from the world mine eyes and see
    This mournful sight of Calvary;
    See Him expiring on the cross,
    The Son of God! to ransom us.

    Behold His feet, His hands, how torn!
    His sacred temples pierced with thorns:
    An emblem of the curse He bore
    For us, our lost estate t' restore.

    "'Tis finished!" the Redeemer cried,
    Then bow'd His sacred head and died;
    The price is paid, the prisoners freed,
    And death and hell are captive led.

    Then from the cross He's taken down,
    Securely laid within the tomb;
    From whence He rose, and lives on high,
    To plead for us eternally.

  29. He Shall Save His People From Their Sins

    by ENS

    What, my heart, again backsliding,
    Why wilt thou from Jesus flee?
    Still deceitful, still deceiving!
    Why forsake the narrow way?
    Does the Saviour's cross alarm thee?
    Is the yoke too much to bear?
    Or does smiling pleasure hire thee,
    With her baneful gilded snare?
    Shun, oh! shun, the vain deceiver,
    Look not on the glitt'ring bait;
    Remorse and sorrow chaseth ever
    Those who dwell within her gates;
    But return to Jesus, mourning,
    Humbly to His foot-stool flee;
    He will pardon thee returning,
    Graciously He'll pardon thee.
    Now take up the cross with pleasure,
    'Tis an easy yoke to bear!
    This the christian's greatest treasure,
    We are His peculiar care.

    And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name JESUS: for he shall save his people from their sins. 

    – Matthew 1:21
  30. The Guiding Star

    by ENS

    Star of the east arise and shine
    On this benighted soul of mine;
    And lead me from the haunts of men,
    To view the child of Bethelehem.

    Let me adore the heavenly babe,
    Tho in a manger lowly laid;
    And own Him as my Saviour Lord,
    The Son of the eternal God.

    What grateful off ring can I bring
    To lay before the eternal King?
    More sweet than incense can impart
    Is an obedient contrite heart.

    Oh may the day spring from on high
    Dart through my soul his quick'ning ray,
    And make my heart a saerifiee,
    Accepted in my Saviour's eyes.

    The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.

    – Psalm 51:17
  31. Encouragement

    by ENS

    My fainting soul had well nigh droop'd
    When sorrow's heavy hand was near;
    But to the throne of grace I look'd,
    And mercy soon dispel'd my fear.

    "I'll never leave thee, nor forsake,"
    Came sweetly to my tremb'ling heart;
    His word I know He will not break,
    He cannot from His oath depart.

    Now cheerfully I onward speed,
    His promises forbid my fear;
    He will supply my every need,
    And in distress be ever near.

    I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living. 

    – Psalm 27:13
  32. None Other Lamb

    by Christina Rossetti

    None other Lamb, none other Name,
    None other Hope in heaven or earth or sea,
    None other Hiding-place from guilt and shame,
    None beside thee.

    My faith burns low, my hope burns low;
    Only my heart's desire cries out in me
    By the deep thunder of its want and woe,
    Cries out to thee.

    Lord, thou art Life, tho' I be dead,
    Love's Fire thou art, however cold I be:
    Nor heaven have I, nor place to lay my head,
    Nor home, but thee.

  33. Come Thou Long Expected Jesus

    by Charles Wesley

    Come, thou long expected Jesus,
    Born to set thy people free;
    From our fears and sins release us,
    Let us find our rest in thee.

    Israel's strength and consolation,
    Hope of all the earth thou art;
    Dear desire of every nation,
    Joy of every longing heart.

    Born thy people to deliver,
    Born a child and yet a King,
    Born to reign in us forever,
    Now thy gracious kingdom bring.

    By thine own eternal spirit
    Rule in all our hearts alone;
    By thine all sufficient merit,
    Raise us to thy glorious throne.

  34. Roses

    by Joyce Kilmer

    I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring,
    For I would make a posy, a posy for the King.
    I got an hundred roses, the loveliest there be,
    From the white rose vine and the pink rose bush and from the red rose tree.

    But when I took my posy and laid it at His feet
    I found He had His roses a million times more sweet.
    There was a scarlet blossom upon each foot and hand,
    And a great pink rose bloomed from His side for the healing of the land.

    Now of this fair and awful King there is this marvel told,
    That He wears a crown of linked thorns instead of one of gold.
    Where there are thorns are roses, and I saw a line of red,
    A little wreath of roses around His radiant head.

    A red rose is His Sacred Heart, a white rose is His face,
    And His breath has turned the barren world to a rich and flowery place.
    He is the Rose of Sharon, His gardener am I,
    And I shall drink His fragrance in Heaven when I die.

  35. Knocking

    by Harriet Beecher Stowe

    Knocking, knocking, ever knocking?
    Who is there?
    'T is a pilgrim, strange and kingly,
    Never such was seen before;—
    Ah, sweet soul, for such a wonder
    Undo the door.

    No,—that door is hard to open;
    Hinges rusty, latch is broken;
    Bid Him go.
    Wherefore, with that knocking dreary
    Scare the sleep from one so weary?
    Say Him,—no.

    Knocking, knocking, ever knocking?
    What! Still there?
    O sweet soul, but once behold Him,
    With the glory-crowned hair;
    And those eyes, so strange and tender,
    Waiting there;
    Open! Open! Once behold Him,—
    Him, so fair.

    Ah, that door! Why wilt Thou vex me,
    Coming ever to perplex me?
    For the key is stiffly rusty,
    And the bolt is clogged and dusty;
    Many-fingered ivy-vine
    Seals it fast with twist and twine;
    Weeds of years and years before
    Choke the passage of that door.

    Knocking! Knocking! What! still knocking?
    He still there?
    What's the hour? The night is waning,—
    In my heart a drear complaining,
    And a chilly, sad unrest!
    Ah, this knocking! It disturbs me,
    Scares my sleep with dreams unblest!
    Give me rest,
    Rest,—ah, rest!

    Rest, dear soul, He longs to give thee;
    Thou hast only dreamed of pleasure,
    Dreamed of gifts and golden treasure,
    Dreamed of jewels in thy keeping,
    Waked to weariness of weeping;—
    Open to thy soul's one Lover,
    And thy night of dreams is over,—
    The true gifts He brings have seeming
    More than all thy faded dreaming!

    Did she open? Doth she? Will she?
    So, as wondering we behold,
    Grows the picture to a sign,
    Pressed upon your soul and mine;
    For in every breast that liveth
    Is that strange, mysterious door;—
    Though forsaken and betangled,
    Ivy-gnarled and weed-bejangled,
    Dusty, rusty, and forgotten;—

    There the piercèd hand still knocketh,
    And with ever patient watching,
    With the sad eyes true and tender,
    With the glory-crownèd hair,—
    Still a God is waiting there.

  36. The Good Shepherd

    by William Edensor Littlewood

    Into a desolate land
    White with the drifted snow,
    Into a weary land
    Our truant footsteps go:
    Yet doth Thy care, O Father,
    Ever Thy wanderers keep;
    Still doth Thy love, O Shepherd,
    Follow Thy sheep.

    Over the pathless wild
    Do I not see Him come?
    Him who shall bear me back,
    Him who shall lead me home?
    Listen! between the storm-gusts
    Unto the straining ear,
    Comes not the cheering whisper,—
    "Jesus is near."

    Over me He is bending!
    Now I can safely rest,
    Found at the last, and clinging
    Close to the Shepherd's breast:
    So let me lie till the fold-bells
    Sound on the homeward track,
    And the rejoicing angels
    Welcome us back!

  37. Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life

    by George Herbert

    Come, my Way, my Truth, my Life:
    Such a Way, as gives us breath:
    Such a Truth, as ends all strife:
    Such a Life, as killeth death.

    Come, my Light, my Feast, my Strength:
    Such a Light, as shows a feast:
    Such a Feast, as mends in length:
    Such a Strength, as makes his guest.

    Come, my Joy, my Love, my Heart:
    Such a Joy as none can move:
    Such a Love, as none can part:
    Such a Heart, as joys in love.

  38. The Light

    by Paul Laurence Dunbar

    Once when my soul was newly shriven,
    When perfect peace to me was given,
    Pervading all in all with currents bright,
    I saw shine forth a mighty Light;
    And myriad lesser lights to this were joined,
    Each light with every other light entwined;
    And as they shone a sound assailed my ears,
    Alike the mighty music of the spheres.
    The greater light was Love and Peace and Law,
    And it had power toward it the rest to draw;
    It was the Soul of souls, the greatest One,
    The Life of lives, of suns the Sun.
    And floating through it all, my soul could see
    The Christ-light, shining for humanity;
    And silently I heard soft murmurs fall,
    "Look up, earth child; the light is all."

  39. Walk With Me

    by Gigi Ryan

    Lord, before me is a task
    I will do, because You ask.
    I don’t embark expecting bliss;
    But by Your grace this rod I kiss.

    The fiery furnace beckons me,
    I go, fulfilling your degree.
    Please, dear Jesus, hold my hand;
    Give me grace to trials withstand.

    Humiliation surely calls;
    Unless You hold me I will fall.
    You were upheld by a cross;
    Your dignity, a total loss.

    May my mission honor You,
    Help me walk in love and truth.
    This path is painful, but I know
    You are with me e’er I go.

  40. Living for a Purpose

    by A. L. Gepford

    The life we are living here below
    Is only a little span,
    When compared with the never-ending flow
    Of the years that are to come.
    We live for a certain purpose here;
    To fulfill a certain plan.

    The path we are treading thro' this world
    Leads only to the gate
    Of a city in the Heavenly world;
    We'll reach it soon or late;
    And the purpose we have lived out here
    Will then decide our fate.

    If we've lived for self, and selfish ends,
    And ever strove to gain
    The world's applause, men's words of praise,
    Great wealth, or kingly fame,
    We will never enter the pearly gate
    If this has been our aim.

    If we've lived out only the one word, "self,"
    If it is the only name,
    That we have regarded in this life,
    It would surely be in vain
    To ask an entrance into Heaven
    On the Strength of such a name.

    If we would pass the gate of pearl,
    As revealed in God's own word,
    We must take a standard high and pure,
    Self must ever be ignored; now
    We must live for God's holy Son,
    For Jesus Christ our Lord.

  41. Eliza Wolcott

    by Eliza Wolcott

    Hear, mortals bear, and all that dwell below,
    The Promise hear,—and gird your armor on;
    Nor let affliction daunt you as you go,
    But take the cross—the crown our Savior won.

    The tree of life has healing powers for all;
    And underneath its branches all may rest:
    Awake, all Nations, march at Jesus' call,
    For soon your conflict 's o'er, and ye are blest.

    Those gates, twelve gates, which never shut by day,
    Unfold new glories, there the promise is;
    There Jesus leads captivity away,
    And holy souls enjoy their promis'd bliss.

    Great day! glad day! responsive angels say:
    Sinners, repent, and read your Bibles more;
    Nor tempt His anger by your long delay,
    But knock, and you shall find an open door.

    Christ is the door, the truth, the only way,
    And in His pastures, weary souls may find
    A safe Conductor to eternal day,—
    While on His arm our cares are all resign'd.

    There is a balm in Gilead—sinners, come,
    Eternal life for every contrite soul;
    The great Physician brings His children home,
    To heal the sick, and make the wounded whole.

  42. My All And In All Is Christ

    by Peter Burn

    What the sun is to the flower,
    What the flower to the bee,
    The all-mighty loving Saviour,
    Is all this, and more, to me.

    What the dew is to the ivy,
    What the ivy to the tree,
    The all-mighty, loving Saviour,
    Is all this, and more, to me.

    What the showers are to rivers,
    What the rivers to the sea,
    The all-mighty, loving Saviour,
    Is all this, and more, to me.

  43. The Wisdom of God

    by Thomas Randall

    Great nature is but art unknown,
    'Tis only scanned by God alone;
    No one but Him can it explore,
    Survey each part and look it o'er.

    If man is wise, 'tis but in part,
    Though he may climb from art to art;
    To worlds unnumbered he may run,
    But yet in fact he knows but one.


    Four volumes Jesus loans to me―
    "The heavens, the earth, the air and sea."

  44. Comforting Promises

    by Elizabeth Hedge Webster

    In the furnace I am by thee;
    Guarding with a watchful eye,
    That its heat may not destroy thee;
    Only cleanse and purify.
    Fondest love for thee I cherish
    Seekers of a heavenly prize
    Let the fallen nature perish;
    While its flames about you rise.

    In the darksome lonely valley,
    Still beside thee I will walk;
    In my arms of love I'll bear thee,
    Till thou'rt landed on the Rock;
    Thou shalt know it is thy Saviour
    Thus doth lead thee on thy way;
    With a love that's like no other,
    Holy, constant, pure as day.

  45. The Wisdom of God

    by John Hill Luther, D. D.

    I know not what may come, ere life
    Runs to its close—
    Defeat or triumph, 'mid the strife,
    That brings repose.

    Fresh burdens may await the heart,
    Now faint and worn;
    And honors, deemed mine own, depart,
    By others borne.

    A gentle hand is holding mine
    By day—by night;
    And paths, untrod before, now shine
    With glorious light.

    Oh soul, thy lot is princely now,
    And ever more—
    To toil, to wait, and then to know
    Him gone before—

    To watch and listen till He come,
    To bear me where
    The loved ones are, my Heaven, my home,
    My Eden fair.

    I only ask to share while here
    The toil divine;
    To crushed and wounded ones to bear
    The oil and wine;

    Then 'neath the cross to lay me down
    To take sweet rest;
    And wake to wear the promised crown,
    Forever blest.

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