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He who owns a garden
However small it be
Whose hands have planted in it
Flower or bush or tree;
He who watches patiently
The growth from nurtured sod
Who thrills at newly opened bloom
Is very close to God.
-Katherine Edelman
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My God, My Father, While I Stray
My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home, on life’s rough way,
O teach me from my heart to say,
“Thy will be done!”
Though dark my path, and sad my lot,
Let me be still and murmur not,
Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,
“Thy will be done!”
What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,
“Thy will be done!”
If Thou shoulds’t call me to resign
What most I prize, it ne’er was mine:
I only yield Thee what is Thine;
“Thy will be done!”
Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father still I strive to say,
“Thy will be done!”
Let but my fainting heart be blest
With Thy sweet Spirit for its Guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest;
“Thy will be done!”
Renew my will from day to day;
Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
“Thy will be done!”
Then, when on earth I breathe no more
The prayer oft mixed with tears before,
I’ll sing upon a happier shore,
“Thy will be done!”
by Charlotte Elliott: as published in Harriett Kiernan, compiler and Charlotte Elliott, editor: “The Invalid’s Hymn Book” (1834); William B. Bradbury composed music for the lyrics (1849)
“Thy will be done.” -Jesus Christ: as quoted in “The Bible,” ‘Matthew,’ chapter 6, verse 10
Charlotte Elliott was born on 18 March 1789. At 30 years of age she was an invalid. She became a hymnwriter and an editor. Charlotte Elliott passed on at 82 years of age on 22 September 1871.
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Childhood
To be Himself a star most bright
To bring the wise men to His sight,
To be Himself a voice most sweet
To call the shepherds to His feet,
To be a child - it was His will,
That folk like us might find Him still.
by John Erskine
“Faith, without trouble or fighting, is a suspicious faith; for true faith is a fighting, wrestling faith.” -Ralph Erskine
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“. . . true religion was never a narrow thing. True religion concerns man and the entire Universe in which he lives. It concerns his relationships with himself and his fellow men with his environment and with God his creator. It is therefore limitless and as boundless as that eternity which it teaches lies ahead of every son of God . . . Here is the spirit of true religion an honest seeking after knowledge of all things of Heaven and Earth.” -Henry Eyring
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He who owns a garden
However small it be
Whose hands have planted in it
Flower or bush or tree;
He who watches patiently
The growth from nurtured sod
Who thrills at newly opened bloom
Is very close to God.
-Katherine Edelman
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My God, My Father, While I Stray
My God, my Father, while I stray
Far from my home, on life’s rough way,
O teach me from my heart to say,
“Thy will be done!”
Though dark my path, and sad my lot,
Let me be still and murmur not,
Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,
“Thy will be done!”
What though in lonely grief I sigh
For friends beloved, no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,
“Thy will be done!”
If Thou shoulds’t call me to resign
What most I prize, it ne’er was mine:
I only yield Thee what is Thine;
“Thy will be done!”
Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father still I strive to say,
“Thy will be done!”
Let but my fainting heart be blest
With Thy sweet Spirit for its Guest,
My God, to Thee I leave the rest;
“Thy will be done!”
Renew my will from day to day;
Blend it with Thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,
“Thy will be done!”
Then, when on earth I breathe no more
The prayer oft mixed with tears before,
I’ll sing upon a happier shore,
“Thy will be done!”
by Charlotte Elliott: as published in Harriett Kiernan, compiler and Charlotte Elliott, editor: “The Invalid’s Hymn Book” (1834); William B. Bradbury composed music for the lyrics (1849)
“Thy will be done.” -Jesus Christ: as quoted in “The Bible,” ‘Matthew,’ chapter 6, verse 10
Charlotte Elliott was born on 18 March 1789. At 30 years of age she was an invalid. She became a hymnwriter and an editor. Charlotte Elliott passed on at 82 years of age on 22 September 1871.
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Childhood
To be Himself a star most bright
To bring the wise men to His sight,
To be Himself a voice most sweet
To call the shepherds to His feet,
To be a child - it was His will,
That folk like us might find Him still.
by John Erskine
“Faith, without trouble or fighting, is a suspicious faith; for true faith is a fighting, wrestling faith.” -Ralph Erskine
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“. . . true religion was never a narrow thing. True religion concerns man and the entire Universe in which he lives. It concerns his relationships with himself and his fellow men with his environment and with God his creator. It is therefore limitless and as boundless as that eternity which it teaches lies ahead of every son of God . . . Here is the spirit of true religion an honest seeking after knowledge of all things of Heaven and Earth.” -Henry Eyring
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