Veiled is the future before me


Veiled is the future before me;
Life’s checkered pathway I climb,
God in his goodness revealing
Only one step at a time.
Will the tomorrow be clouded?
Will it bring sunshine for me?
Let me lean harder, dear Saviour,
Let me lean harder on thee.

Sometime, I’ll come to the valley,
Where a grim shadow is thrown;
No human friend can go with me,
Leave me, O Lord, not alone!
Till that bright, beautiful morning,
When all the darkness shall flee,
Let me lean harder, dear Saviour,
Let me lean harder on thee.

by eliza e. hewitt  1851-1920

One brown leaf, fallen

1 tree with shadow nov 9

One brown leaf, fallen
to the brown earth: its shadow
fell with it.

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“Be not afraid of these trials which God may see fit to send upon you.

It is with the wind and storm of tribulation that God separates the true wheat from the chaff.

Always remember, therefore, that God comes to you in your sorrows, as really as in your joys.

He lays low, and He builds up.

You will find yourself far from perfection, if you do not find God in everything.”

-Miguel Molinos (1627-1696)

Lift your eyes, ye lonely watchers


Lift your eyes, ye lonely watchers,
See the host in raiment white;
List, the strains of heavenly music
Mingling with transcendent light;
Ne’er such music waked a morn;
Sons of men! the Christ is born.

Weary hearts that dwell in darkness,
Cast your dismal fears away;
Lo, the Sun on earth is shining,
For the morn has risen today,
And the light that hailed His birth,
Pours its glory on the earth!

from “Hymns of the Early Church”

Translated by John Brownlie, 1913

He ceaseless works alone


He ceaseless works alone, and yet alone
Seems not to work; with such perfection framed
Is this complex, stupendous scheme of things.
But, though concealed, to every purer eye
The informing Author in his works appears:

Chief, lovely Spring, in thee and thy soft scenes
The smiling God is seen- while water, earth,
And air attests his bounty, which exalts
The brute-creation to this finer thought,
And annual melts their undesigning hearts
Profusely thus in tenderness and joy.

From Spring by James Thomson (1700-1748)

When the just and gentle Monarch


When the just and gentle Monarch

Shall summon from the tomb,
Let man, the guilty, tremble.

For Man, the God, shall doom.
Arise, arise, good Christian,

Let right to wrong succeed ;
Let penitential sorrow

To heavenly gladness lead ;
To the light that hath no evening,

That knows nor moon nor sun.
The light so new and golden.

The light that is but one.
And when the Sole-Begotten

Shall render up once more
The kingdom to the Father

Whose own it was before, —

From “De Contemptu Mundi” by Bernard of Cluny, 12th century

Translated by John Mason, 1818-1866

Through all this life’s eventful road

pink roses

Through all this life’s eventful road,
Fain would I walk with thee, my God,
And find thy presence light around,
And every step on holy ground.

Each blessing would I trace to thee;
In every grief, thy mercy see;
And through the paths of duty move,
Conscious of thine encircling love.

And when the angel Death stands by,
Be this my strength, that thou art nigh;
And this my joy, that I shall be
With those who dwell in light with thee.

“Walking with God” The Christian Hymn Book, 1861.