109 Christian Poems
Uplifting Christian poems that will inspire, uplift & strengthen your faith. Be inspired by the words of these Poets. The verses
are great to reflect on and to share with others who need an uplifting message.
Some are classic poems that have been inspiring people for many years and others are poems that have been recently penned but all give us
encouragement in God and His son Jesus Christ. They remind us to praise and trust God not only in the good times but also in
the more challenging times.
If you had any doubts or if you are experiencing issues in life then read these poems and be uplifted. May they give you hope and faith
that God has a plan and it is good!
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Let these poems strengthen your faith by giving you verses to reflect upon. Uplifting poems to help us focus on God and the love and peace that only He can give.
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Hope & Joy
Poet: Eloise A. Skimings
Trust thou in the Lord, Holy is His name;
When life's shadows cross thy path let thy aim
Be to look on High, then will they depart
And the sunshine of gladness fill thy heart.
Thou hast done thy duty in thy own home,
Glory awaits thee in the world to come;
Rejoice and be glad, thy care is all o'er,
God the Father is with thee evermore.
Thou wilt return, bright as the evening star.
Where now darkness reigns, hope's rays seem afar;
But soon they'll encircle thee, all will be bright.
And joy, blessed joy, will be thine morn and night.
Believing and trusting in Jesus, living as per Jesus' words in the gospel is a sure way to reach Heaven.
Trust In Jesus
Poet: J. J. Thorne
Christians wait and trust in God,
While in this vile world you plod.
In your troubles and despair,
Blessed Jesus is even there.
When we are loaded down with care,
It seems that all are in despair.
We then are further off from harm,
Resting safe in Jesus' arm.
When we rejoice in nature's delight,
Satan is near, mark his flight.
When we are on the mountain peak,
In nature we are always week.
But when we drop clown in the vails,
Jesus is near, he never fails.
When the clouds are looking dark.
And you have lost your trusting spark.
Look to Jesus for your rest,
In whom you were always blessed.
Amid the darkest, dreary night,
Far up above there is light.
Jesus with his smiling face,
Discloses home and heavenly place.
In Jesus up above so far,
You are typical to a star.
The star shoots and faids away.
Typical to your dying day.
A Christian's life is never lost.
Neither a star of the heavenly host.
You reach heaven by angelic grace,
The star proceeds to its former place.
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The Hand Divine
Poet: Daniel C. Colesworthy
The impress of a Hand Divine
On every thing I see:
The humblest flower, the tenderest vine,
Speak of a Deity.
There's not a plant that decks the spring,
A blossom, or a rose,
A blade of grass, an insect's wing,
But heavenly wisdom shows.
'Twas He who gave the lily birth,
And made the worlds on high;
In beauty spread the teeming earth
The God forever nigh.
'Tis everywhere I see and trace
The finger of his love;
Whose dwelling is unbounded space,
Around, below, above.
If we only realized how much God loves us - our world would change!
Love Of God
Poet: Horatius Bonar
O love of God, how strong and true!
Eternal, and yet ever new;
Uncomprehended and unbought,
Beyond all knowledge and all thought!
O heavenly love, how precious still!
In days of weariness and ill,
In nights of pain and helplessness,
To heal, to comfort, and to bless!
O wide-embracing, wondrous Love,
We read Thee in the sky above;
We read Thee in the earth below,
In seas that swell and streams that flow.
We read Thee best in Him who came
To bear for us the cross of shame,
Sent by the Father from on high,
Our life to live, our death to die.
O Love of God, our shield and stay
Through all the perils of our way;
Eternal love, in thee we rest,
Forever safe, forever blest.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
My path to graduation was hard and long,
But with faith in Jesus I stayed strong.
Though storms did come, I had the Lord,
With His help I overcame and soared.
The Lord has guided me on every mile,
As I traveled through tears and smiles.
From hearts of joy to waters of pain,
I encountered each one in God’s name.
My school journey was tough and tedious,
But I thank the Lord for His graciousness.
So as I walk across this stage today,
It's Jesus who helped me all the way.
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Change The Pattern
Poet: Greta Zwaan, ©2017
God did not look down from heaven to see me as one who’s a jewel;
He saw far beyond what I’m able, I desperately needed renewal.
My mind was, “I am persuaded not many are serving as well;
I feel that I set an example, for in many points I do excel.”
I give and I tithe as required – my funds, my talents and time;
I think that folks are inspired; really, it’s good, quite sublime.
So why am I still without comfort? Why do I feel incomplete?
There’s a spot in my heart that feels empty; my efforts still end in defeat.
I ponder and find the conclusion – the story is not about me;
I’m trying to win God’s approval while God’s plan is setting me free.
My eyes should be focused on Jesus, not what I can achieve;
But on His great plan of salvation, and only on that I should believe.
The pattern of works will soon follow, then willingness follows in kind;
The joy of being His servant will leave self exulting behind.
God will receive all the glory, the rightful owner of praise,
I’ll feel blessed and rewarded; I’ve changed my thoughts to His ways.
There is no greater love than the love of God!
Poet: Henry Reed Conant
I know where’er my feet may be,
Tho’ prone to stray,
His watchful eye is over me
Both night and day.
And tho’ ofttimes this heart has erred
’Mid worldly cares,
I know His pard’ning ear has heard
My humble prayers.
At all times, e’en when I have failed
To do His will,
His love has in my heart prevailed -
And guides me still.
A poem about being part of God's team, and be willing to work on behalf of God. Accepting God's will and
allowing God to use us brings about a peace.
The Link In The Chain
Poet: Greta Zwaan, © 2018
I’m not the one to make judgements; I’m not the one to set goals,
I’m just a tool for the Master, part of His team to save souls.
I’m not the one with the answers to all the questions you ask,
I’m not the one full of knowledge; I’m hardly up to the task.
I too am one who is searching, why has the world gone astray?
I have found peace in my Saviour but others have not found their way.
So, God, if You’re willing to use me, a link in the chain of events,
Give me instructions to follow, words that to lost souls make sense.
Help me to keep it as simple as Jesus revealed to the crowd;
Not oratorical flourish, not being boisterous or loud.
Simply the plan of salvation, let it appeal to mankind,
Its wonderful peace You have offered,
Peace to the soul and the mind.
Words that are so true about God knowing what is best.
God Knows Best
Poet: Caleb Davis Bradlee
My God knows best! through all my days
This is my comfort and my rest,
My trust, my peace, my solemn praise,
That God knows all, and God knows best.
My God knows best! That is my chart;
This thought to me is always blest;
It hallows and it soothes my heart,
For all is well, and God knows best.
My God knows best! then tears may fall;
In his great heart I'll find my nest;
For he, my God, is over all,
And he is love, and he knows best.
Through life we are faced with many trials and tribulations, however, if we stop
and appreciate the little things and keep a happy heart focused on Jesus then
we will draw nearer to Jesus and there is no other comfort than that!
Poet: Mary C. Plummer
I listened to a bird's sweet song,
One balmy day in May;
The world is full of lovely things.
To me it seemed to say.
But you must keep a happy heart,
To find this always true.
For dark clouds cover sunlit skies,
And fade away the blue.
I listened to a song from man:
The tone was loud and clear;
The trials of life are very hard,
He sang, and shook with fear.
'Twas then I sang a little song.
To satisfy my heart:
O, Jesus, draw me close to thee.
My comforter Thou art.
A Christian poem that makes us realize that we are reflections of Christ and what we say and do shows our Lord to other people.
- The World's Bible
Poet: Annie Johnston Flint
Christ has no hands but our hands
To do his work today;
He has no feet but our feet
To lead men in His way;
He has no tongue but our tongues
To tell men how he died;
He has no help but our help
To bring them to his side.
We are the only Bible
The careless world will read;
We are the sinner’s gospel,
We are the scoffer’s creed;
We are the Lord’s last message
Given in deed and word—
What if the line is crooked?
What if the type is blurred?
What if our hands are busy
With other work than his?
What if our feet are walking
Where sin’s allurement is?
What if our tongues are speaking
Of things his lips would spurn?
How can we hope to help him
Unless from him we learn?
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A great Christian poem that reminds us to look up and focus on God rather than
letting our focus be on this world.
Poet: Daniel C. Colesworthy
When I daily look up,
And never look down,
I find that my cup
Is filled to the crown;
Whatever is wanted
Into my breast flows;
'Tis when the heart's lifted,
God kindly bestows.
When I grovel in dust,
And murmur and fret,
How few and how meagre
The blessings I get!
'Tis only when upward
I prayerfully turn,
That favors are granted,
And wisdom I learn.
A great poem if you find yourself worrying instead of trusting God. Believe
in the Lord's love for everyone.
- Troubles That Never Came
Poet: David V. Bush
The bridges that I've often crossed
Before they came in sight,
Have been of many, many kinds;
Been grey, or black, or white.
I fancied many brutish ones,
And many could not name;
I've had my many troubles, but
The worst ones never came!
When squirrels get their nuts for food.
They gather for a year,
And do not worry 'bout the next,
For that they have no fear,
But man is not content today,
He lives with troubled aim;
A-thinking 'bout the troubles past.
And those which never came!
Some people build their mounts of care
Of many sorts and kind.
Which like the bridges that they build.
Are mostly in their mind.
Though sun's ablaze and sky is clear,
They think of lightning's flame.
They had their many troubles, but
The worst ones never came!
Now God is in the universe.
The birds and squirrels know,
They worry not, nor do they fret.
For what we reap we sow,
If we sow deeds they'll bear their fruit.
For God will hear our claim;
If we trust Him then we can say.
The worst ones never came!
This poem reminds us that we just have to open our eyes to see God around us each and every day.
- God's Power
Poet: Maria J Dodge
In every waving blade of grass,
In every little flower.
That daily in my walks I pass,
I see God's wondrous power.
And every tiny drop of rain
Which falls in gentle shower,
And then in mist ascends again.
Tells of His wondrous power.
The little birds that gaily trill
Their songs in morning hour,
And all the air with music fill.
Sing of His wondrous power.
When we think of Jesus we should think of Him as our Saviour and our friend. Let this Christian poetry be one
that inspires you to open your heart to Jesus.
Divine And Human
Poet: Lucy Larcom
Jesus, Saviour, Friend most dear!
Dwell thou with us daily here!
By Thine own life teach us this —
How divine the human is!
One with God, as heart with heart,
Saviour, lift us where Thou art!
Join us to His life, through Thine,
Human still, though all divine!
O Love, O Friend, Thy name is God!
Lord of the unseen and the known!
Thy thoughts the universe have trod,
With worlds like sands of silver strewn.
Lead us through these bewildering ways
Of pain and beauty thou hast trod!
Thou art our creed, our prayer, our praise,
O Christ, Thou human heart of God!
A Christian poem that reminds us of how short life is. But thanks to the love of God we have a home in heaven.
Poet: Marie B. Williams
The limit of life is brief;
'Tis the red in the red rose leaf;
'Tis the gold in the sunset sky;
'Tis the flight of a bird on high.
Yet we may fill the space
With such an infinite grace
That the red will be in all time,
And the gold through the ages shine.
And the bird fly swift and straight
To the lilies of God's own gate.
An inspiring Christian poem reminds us that life is a simple prayer. And peace begins with God. The verses of this
poetry will give you encouragement and hope of peace with the Lord.
- Life Becomes a Simple Prayer
Poet: John F Zurn, ©2019
Life has mostly simple moments
Like the rising sun each day.
The times of truly great excitement
Seem like clouds that drift away.
Plans and memories are tainted
With the hopes and fears of thought.
When the many dreams have faded,
The only peace begins with God.
Then in the moments by the river,
Or walking through a crowded mall,
Simple thoughts of God can linger,
And nothing else exists but God.
In this moment thoughts have ended,
And the spirit fills my heart.
Then the peace of being present
Overwhelms my inner talk.
But just for a short pause only
Does the fleeting moment last.
My eager mind returns and slowly
Thinking fuels by selfishness.
Yet in these quiet simple moments,
My heart perceives that God is near,
Without the rush to trust emotions,
My Iife becomes a simple prayer.
A poem that makes us think about the words we pray - "Thy will be done"
Thy Will Be Done
by Lillian E. Curtis
It may seem hard to say sometimes,
When trials and troubles come,
But then is it not a consolation, to say,
"Father, thy will be done?"
Even when affliction comes
And He takes away some loved one,
Is it not a comfort, to say,
"Thy will 0, God, be done?"
Though the clouds are dark around us,
And our pathway drear and lone,
Oh! is it not sweet to say
"Father in heaven, thy will be done?"
When joy, pleasure and happiness,
Profusely to us come.
We are not slow to say.
"Father, thy will be done."
Still it is the same kind Father,
That sends of joy some, of sorrow some,
And ought we not always say,
"Father, thy will be done?"
If you were to write your creed would it have reflections of God in it?
- My Creed
by Alfred Bem
I'm nowhere lost and everywhere I am at home,
My God is nature, my church is the immense blue dome,
And my religion is goodness attached to no other name,
All mankind, whatever creed or color, to me are dear the same
Admiring everything that's beautiful and loving all that's true,
I do believe in every thought that turns this world to greatness, new.
Jesus quotes about love
A Christian poem that talks about the words "God bless you". We all want
the Lord's blessings and our prayers often express our wishes for His blessing.
God Bless You
by Julia A. Baker
I cannot find a truer word
Nor fonder to caress you;
Nor song of poem I have heard
Is sweeter than "God bless you!"
God bless you! so I breathe a charm
Lest Grief's dark night oppress you.
Then how can Sorrow bring you harm
If 'tis God's way to bless you.
And so, not "All thy days be fair,
And shadows touch thee never,"
But this alone — God bless you, dear!
So thou art safe forever.
While there are some wonderful and comforting contemporary hymns that we sing praises to
the Lord, some of the old
hymns are ones that have survived the test of time. Hymns like "How Great Thou Art" or "Amazing Grace" -
those hymns are ones that we all know and love.
The Old Hymns
There's lot o' music in 'em, the hymns of long ago,
An' when some gray-haired brother sings the ones I used to know,
I sorter want to take a hand — I think o' days gone by,
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand and cast a wistful eye.
There's lots of music in 'em — those dear, sweet hymns of old,
With visions bright of lands of light and shining streets of gold;
And I hear 'em ringing — singing, where Mem'ry dreaming stands,
"'From Greenland's icy mountains to India's .coral strands."
They seem to sing forever of holier, sweeter days,
When the lilies of the love of God bloomed white in all the ways;
And I want to hear their music from the old-time meetin's rise.
Till 'I can read my title clear to mansions in the skies."
We never needed singin' books in them old days; we knew
The words — the tunes of every one the dear old hymn book through!
We didn't have no trumpets then — no organs built for show;
We only sang to praise the Lord "from whom all blessings flow."
An' so I love the old hymns, and when my time shall come —
Before the light has left me and my singing lips are dumb —
If I can only hear 'em then, I'll pass without a sigh
To Canaan's fair and happy land, where my possessions lie!
Can It Ever Be?
by Mary C. Ryan
O God! how can it ever be,
That I Thy glorious face can see,
Be cleansed from sin by Thy Son's blood,
Which for man's sins so freely flowed?
That when Thou comest with Thy band
Of mighty angels fair and grand.
To make Thy jewels up for Thee,
That Thou wilt then remember me?
But, ah! how can I ever be
A jewel bright and glow for Thee,
And live with Thee in that fair land.
And with Thy hosts of angels stand?
For now I am so vile and weak.
But trembling, lone. Thy ways I seek.
Thy blood to cleanse. Thy love to guide,
And lead me to my Saviour's side.
The True Way
Poet: Henry Reed Conant
We know that we’re stubborn and willful,
And tho’ we have kindly been shown
The true way, which God has appointed,
We often go on in our own.
And thus we go on in the darkness,
Groping our way thro’ the night;
Unmindful ofttimes of His goodness,
And missing His glorious light.
But still He looks down with compassion,
And e’en thro’ life’s greatest alarms
We’re sheltered and safely protected,
As weak little lambs in His arms.
Could we but have more of His goodness
Implanted each day in our heart,
Perhaps there are others about us
Who’d feel the rich joy we’d impart.
Could our love, every day, be to others
As the love from our Maker above,
O what a grand army of brothers
Would be banded together in love!
High Above The Hills
Poet: J. McLeod, © 1981
High above the hills and dales
A white dove soars, a seagull sails
A skylark sings from altitude
Unseen, but heard below where good
And ill so often fight it out
Instilling fear, unrest and doubt
That darkens vision to confuse
So much to gain, so much to lose!
And here below I cannot fly
To be with them in azure sky
My heart cries out for freedom's way
Above the clouds of violent grey
To where in tune with skylark's song
Dismissed is pain and sufferings wrong
With seagull and with gentle dove
At one with God
In Peace and Love
How many books have we read searching for the truth? This short poem reminds us the Bible has all the
answers we need - we just need to read and study it.
by John Greenleaf Whittier
We search the world for truth, we cull
The good, the pure, the beautiful,
From graven stone and written scroll,
And all old flower-fields of the soul;
And, weary seekers of the best,
We come back laden from our quest,
To find that all the sages said
Is in the Book our mothers read.
'Tis Evening Tide
by Mary C. Plummer
'Tis evening tide, and chirping birds
To their snug little nests are flying;
'Tis evening tide, and the Master calls
To sinful souls still dying.
'Tis evening tide, and wearied workers
Homeward tread so wearily;
Hark! I hear one softly singing:
Lord, in Thy mercy, shelter me.
The Life And Light
Poet: Thomas Moore
Thou art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from Thee.
Where'er we turn, Thy Glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine.
When Day, with farewell beam, delays
Among the op'ning clouds of Even,
And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas into Heaven —
Those hues that make the sun's decline
So soft, so radiant, Lord! are Thine.
When Night, with wings of starry gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes —
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord! are Thine.
Glorious Days Ahead
Poet: Byron Pulsifer
There are many days to ponder
What should I have done but wander.
I did not stop to aid, to comfort
My own I felt was cowardly discomfort.
For what was the beast so near
It was so sure in my selfish fear.
Why was I so scared
Was I not ready and prepared?
The host of others who ran towards
Was my defense to shrink backwards.
I hope that I should never see
More times to run from so easy.
For in the last of days
There will be no moving sideways.
For we all must face
A certain death without disgrace.
This is not a time to fear
It is really a time to cheer.
For we have been given
A Savior who has risen.
A short Creed but one that gives us direction in how to live.
Creed Worth Believing
seen on a Church Bulletin
I will not worry.
I will not be afraid.
I will not give way to anger.
I will be kind to every man, woman and child with whom I come in contact.
I will be cheerful and hopeful.
I will trust in God and bravely face the future.
How many times have we said, "Help me Lord"? This poem reminds us to reach out to the Lord and to trust Him.
Help Me Lord
Greta Zwaan, © 2011
T’was not the night, the long, long night; I knew that we must part,
But oh, the pain! The deep, deep pain that stirred within my heart.
It’s been so long since this began, so many tears I’ve shed,
So often I have bared my soul, “Let it be me instead!”
To watch him suffer, see his pain for which there was no cure,
I prayed for guidance as I asked, “How long must he endure?”
“God, You’re the healer of mankind, the keeper of his soul,
Could You not touch him with Your power? Restore him? Make him whole?”
Dear God, I’m pleading, give me peace, help me to understand,
Your loving kindness will come through, that our whole life is planned.
I cannot see the path ahead, I wander in a daze,
I reach my hand out for Your love, I want to give You praise.
Oh, precious Lord, give me the strength to trust, to let You guide,
What e’re the outcome of Your plan, walk closely by my side.
The Way To Be Blest
Poet: Lord Byron
''Tis being and doing and having that make
All the pleasures and pains of which mankind partake;
To be what God pleases, to do a man's best.
And to have a good heart, is the way to be blest.
Poet: Celia Thaxter
Because I hold it sinful to despond,
And will not let the bitterness of life
Blind me with burning tears, but look beyond
Its tumult and its strife;
Because I lift my head above the mist,
Where the sun shines and the broad breezes blow,
By every ray and every raindrop kissed
That God's love doth bestow;
Think you I find no bitterness at all?
No burden to be borne, like Christian's pack?
Think you there are no ready tears to fall
Because I keep them back?
Why should I hug life's ills with cold reserve,
To curse myself and all who love me? Nay!
A thousand times more good than I deserve
God gives me every day.
And each one of these rebellious tears
Kept bravely back, He makes a rainbow shine;
Grateful I take His slightest gift, no fears
Nor doubts are mine.
Dark skies must clear, and when the clouds are past,
One golden day redeems a weary year;
Patient I listen, sure that sweet at last
Will sound His voice of cheer.
Then vex me not with chiding. Let me be.
I must be glad and grateful to the end.
I grudge you not your cold and darkness, me
The powers of light befriend.
Seven Good Rules
Acquire thoroughly. - This puts the knowledge in.
Review frequently. - This keeps the knowledge.
Plan your work. - This begins well.
Work your plan. - This finishes well.
Never think of self. - Selfishness spoils all.
Never look back. - Waste no time over failures.
Earn, save, give all you can for Jesus. - Happiness.
Oh, if we could see others as God sees them our outlook and attitude would be much more loving and understanding.
Let Me See
God grant to me that I may see
The beauty of a crooked tree,
The blossom of a humble weed,
The glory of a homely seed,
The pathos of a homeless pup,
The way to lift a brother up.
O, grant me the highest art —
The patience of an understanding heart.
A poem that defines what being a Christian is, what it looks like in all aspects of our lives.
What Christianity Is
What Christianity is....
In the home it is kindness.
In business it is honesty.
In society it is courtesy.
In work it is fairness.
Toward the unfortunate it is pity.
Toward the weak it is help.
Toward the wicked it is resistance.
Toward the strong it is trust.
Toward the penitent it is forgiveness.
Toward the fortunate it is congratulation.
Toward God it is reverence and love.
Where is God? This poem reminds us t look around and we will see Him everywhere, we just need to open our eyes
God Seen In His Works
Poet: James Cowden Wallace
There's not a tint that paints the rose,
Or decks the lily fair,
Or streaks the humblest flower that blows,
But God has placed it there.
At early dawn, there's not a gale
Across the landscape driven,
And not a breeze that sweeps the vale,
That is not sent by Heaven.
There's not, of grass, a single blade,
Or leaf of loveliest green,
Where heavenly skill is not displayed,
And heavenly wisdom seen.
There's not a tempest, dark and dread,
Or storm that rends the air,
Or blast that sweeps the ocean's bed,
But God's own voice is there.
Wherever space extends,
There God displays His boundless love,
And power with mercy blends.
The Peace Of Full Surrender
Poet: Frederic R. Marvin
O the peace of full surrender -
All my joy to do His will!
Mine to trust His faithful promise;
His the promise to fulfill.
O the glory and the rapture,
Thus to dwell with Christ the Lord;
New delight and wisdom gaining
From the study of His word.
Pleasure's songs no more entice me,
Nor the bugle notes of Fame;
Sweeter far the holy music
Of my dear Redeemer's name.
O the glory and the rapture -
Earthly burdens pass away!
Stormy winter turns to summer;
Lonely darkness into day.
A poem that talks about what Jesus has done for each and every one of us - with bibical references.
I Gave My Life For Thee
Poet: Frances Ridley Havergal
I gave my life for thee, Gal. 2:20.
My precious blood I shed, 1 Pet. 1:19.
That thou mightest ransomed be, Eph. 1:7.
And quickened from the dead. Eph. 2:1.
I gave my life for thee; Tit. 2:14.
What hast thou given for me? John 21:15-17.
I spent long years for thee 1 Tim. 1:15.
In weariness and woe, Isa. 53:3.
That an eternity John 17:24.
Of joy thou mightest know. John 16:22.
I spent long years for thee John 1:10, 11.
Hast thou spent one for me? 1 Pet. 4:2.
My Father's home of light John 17:5.
My rainbow-circled throne Rev. 4:3.
I left for earthly night Phil. 2:7.
For wanderings sad and lone. Matt. 8:20.
I left it all for thee; 2 Cor. 8:9.
Hast thou left aught for me? Mark 10:29.
I suffered much for thee — Isa. 53:5.
More than thy tongue may tell — Matt. 26:39.
Of bitterest agony, Luke 22:44.
To rescue thee from hell. Rom. 5:9.
I suffered much for thee; 1 Pet. 2:21-24.
What canst thou bear for me? Rom. 8:17, 18.
And I have brought to thee John 4:10, 14.
Down from my home above, John 3:13.
Salvation full and free, Rev. 21:6.
My pardon and my love. Acts 5:31.
Great gifts I brought to thee; Psa. 68:18.
What hast thou brought to me? Rom. 12:1.
Oh, let thy life be given, Rom. 6:13.
Thy years for him be spent, 2 Cor. 5:15.
World-fetters all be riven, Phil. 3:8.
And joy with suffering blent! 1 Pet. 4:13-16
I gave myself for thee; Eph. 5:2.
Give thou thyself to me! Prov. 23:26.
Poet: David V. Bush
I had no joy in flowers,
In dewdrop or in rain;
No thought for shady bowers;
Til I was born again.
But now I love the rose,
The blooms of hill and plain.
And all that nature shows,
Since I am born again.
For idle joys I yearned,
And solemn thoughts gave pain;
Until the truth I learned.
And thus was born again.
My life was filled with pride.
And all my thoughts were vain;
I cared for none beside;
'Til I was born again.
I doubted God's great love,
And mocked His righteous reign;
But now I look above.
Since I am born again.
So every soul is taught
To seek the highest gain;
And wiser grows our thought,
When we are born again.
Poet: Julia C. R. Dorr
Yea, Lord! — Yet some must serve,
Not all with tranquil heart,
Even at Thy dear feet,
Wrapped in devotion sweet,
May sit apart.
Yea, Lord! — Yet some must bear
The burden of the day,
Its labor and its heat,
While others at Thy feet
May muse and pray.
Yea, Lord! — Yet some must do
Life's daily task-work; some
Who fain would sing, must toil,
Amid earth's dust and moil,
While lips are dumb.
Yea, Lord! — Yet even Thou
Hast need of earthly care.
I bring the bread and wine
To Thee, O Guest Divine!
Be this my prayer!
Lord, At Peace With Thee
Poet: Juliet Marsh
Lord! if to-morrow's rising sun
Proclaim a battle day for me,
I only ask that setting sun
May find me still at peace with Thee:
Give me the field at eventide,
'Mid song of victory.
Lord! if the shadows, lurking deep,
Some unknown harm from me would hide,
Take Thou my hand, lest in the dark
The space should grow so wide
That never bridging of my prayers
Could reach the other side.
Lord! if these treasures which I have
Would keep me still in greater need,
Loosen the clinging of my hold
Lest they my growth impede;
Take, then, my empty hands in Thine,
And they are full indeed.
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The Brotherhood Of Man by John Imrie
Contented Home by J. J. Thorne
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Stars and The Soul by Henry VanDyke
The Bright And Morning Star by J.J. Thorne
God Is Everywhere by Mary C. Ryan
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When I Am Wrong by Strickland Gillilan
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