We must not sit still and look for miracles; up and doing, and the Lord will be with thee.
Sail Forth- Steer for the deep waters only. Reckless O soul, exploring. I with thee and thou with me. For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared go. And we will risk the ship, ourselves, and all.
Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?
If with love thy heart has burned; If thy love is unreturned; Hide thy grief within thy breast, Though it tear thee unexpressed.
Shew me a lyer, and I'le shew thee a theefe.
O faithful conscience, delicately pure, how doth a little failing wound thee sore!
Always be thou prepared, and so live that death may never find thee unprepared.
Awake thee, my Lady-Love! Wake thee, and rise! The sun through the bower peeps Into thine eyes.
I have unclasp'd to thee the book even of my secret soul.
England! my country, great and free! Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
Even as the needle that directs the hour, (Touched with the loadstone) by the secret power Of hidden Nature, points upon the pole; Even so the wavering powers of my soul, Touch'd by the virtue of Thy spirit, flee From what is earth, and point alone to Thee.
Let nothing disturb thee, Let nothing affright thee; All passeth away: God only shall stay. Patience wins all: Who hath God, needeth nothing; For God is his All.
If it be not true to me, What care I how true it be. . Though it be not true to thee, It's gay and gospel truth to me.
Be an opener of doors for such as come after thee.
If I serve you in hopes of Paradise, deny me Paradise. If I serve thee in fear of hell, condemn me to hell. But if I love thee for love of thyself,then grant me thyself.
God made thee perfect, not immutable.
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 they will ask thee of the spirit. Say: The spirit proceedeth at my Lord's command; but of knowledge, only a little is given to you.
Old noted oak! I saw thee in a mood Of vague indifference; and yet with me Thy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stood For years, thou hermit, in the lonely sea Of grass that waves around thee!
Nearer, my God, to Thee.