Day-By-Day Virtures

 The prayer contained in these verses,
by Ethelwyn Wetherald, is a good one
for everybody to offer:

 

Day-By-Day Virtues 

For strength we ask
For the ten thousand times repeated task.
The endless smallnesses of every day.

No, not to lay
My life down in the cause I cherish most,
That were too easy. But whate'er it cost,

To fail no more
In gentleness toward the ungentle, nor
In love toward the unlovely, and to give

Each day I live.
To every hour with outstretched hand its
meed
Of not-to-be-regretted thought or deed.

Answers to Prayer

 Answers to Prayer

Our Savior in the garden wept,
And thrice he prayed to God;
And while his tired disciples slept,
He sweat great drops of blood.
But through the cup his Father gave
Must never pass him by,
Yet strength to bear and power to save
Are sent him from on high.

His servant prayed that God would take
The piercing thorn away;
Yet, though he prayed for Jesus' sake,
The thorn must with him stay.
And yet in answer to his prayer,
A heavenly grace was sent,
To help its agony to bear,
Until his life was spent.

A child is bearing in his hands
A little pack of ware,
But by his side his father stands,
And guards his child with care.
So while the father stands so near,
To shield from rude alarms,
His child, when faint or filled with fear
He gathers in his arms.

'Tis thus our heavenly Father cares
For those who love his name;
He hears their oft-repeated prayers,
And loves them just the same.
And those who have some thorn or load
That seems too hard to bear,
He guards them all along the road
With a more watchful care.

A Cry For Rest

A CRY FOR REST

Lord, a whole long day of pain

Now at last is o'er!

Ah, how much we can sustain

I have felt once more;

Felt how frail are all our powers,

And how weak our trust;

If thou help not, those dark hours

Crush us to the dust.

Could I face the coming night

If thou went not near?

Nay, without Thy love and might

I must sink with fear:

Round me falls the evening gloom,

Sights and sounds all cease.

But within this narrow room

Night will bring no peace.

Other weary eyes may close.

All things seek their sleep;

Hither comes no soft repose,

I must wake and weep.

Come then, Jesus, o'er me bend.

Give me strength to cope

With my pain, and gently send

Thoughts of peace and hope.

Draw my weary heart away

From this gloom and strife,

And these fever pains allay

With the dew of life;

Thou canst calm the troubled mind;

Thou its dread canst still;

Teach me to be all resigned

To my Father's will.

Then if I must wake and weep

All the long night through,

Thou the watch with me wilt keep,

Friend and guardian true;

In the darkness thou wilt speak

Lovingly with me.

Though my heart may vainly seek

Words to breathe to thee.

Wheresoe'er my couch is made,

In thy hands I lie;

And to thee alone for aid

Turns my longing eye:

Let my prayer grow weary never.

Strengthen thou th' oppressed;

In thy shadow, Lord, for ever

Let me gently rest.

My Lord And I

My Lord And I
Author Unknown

I tell Him all my sorrows,
I tell Him all my joys,
I tell Him all that pleases me,
I tell Him what annoys;
He tells me what I ought to do,
He tells me what to try,
And so we talk together,
My Lord and I.

He knows how I am longing
Some weary soul to win;
And so He bids me go and speak
The loving word for Him;
He bids me tell His wondrous love,
And why He came to die;
And so we work together,
My Lord and I.

I have His yoke upon me,
And easy 'tis to bear;
In the burden that he carried
I gladly take a share;
For then it is my happiness
To have Him always nigh;
We bear the yoke together,
My Lord and I.

Get Somewhere

 GET SOMEWHERE

ARE you groping for a blessing,
Never getting there?
Listen to a word in season,
Get somewhere.

Are you struggling for salvation
By your anxious prayer?
Stop your struggling, simply trust, and -
Get somewhere.

Are you worn and heavy laden,
Pressed with many a care?
Cast your burden on the Lord, and -
Get somewhere.

Would you know the Great Physician
Who your sickness bare?
Simply take Him at His word, and -
Get somewhere.

Does the answer seem to linger
To your earnest prayer?
Turn your praying into praise, and -
Get somewhere.

Are you looking for your mission,
What to do and dare?
Cease your dreaming, start at something -
Get somewhere.

You will never know His fullness
Till you boldly dare
To commit your all to Him, and -
Get somewhere.

All your efforts are but building
Castles in the air
Till you answer yes to God, and -
Get somewhere.

A Child's Prayer

A Child's Prayer

by L. H. Sigourney

Giver of our every blessing,

Thou, for whose unceasing care,

Earth is still her praise addressing, 

Hear thy little children's prayer.

Wisdom, with our stature grant us,

Goodness with each growing year,

Nor let folly's wiles enchant us

From our duty's sacred sphere.

Grant us hope when life is ending;

When the pulse forsakes the breast,

May our spirit, upward tending,

Father! in thy bosom rest.

Quotes/Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson

"If I have faltered more or less
In my great task of happiness
If I have moved among my race
And shown no glorious morning face
If beams from happy human eyes
Have moved me not if morning skies
Books, and my food, and summer rain
Knocked on my sullen heart in vain
Lord Thy most pointed pleasure take
And stab my spirit broad awake"

Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind.
Spare us to our friends, soften us to our enemies
Bless us, if it may be, in all our innocent endeavors

And if we find but one to whom we can speak out our heart freely,
with whom we can walk in love and simplicity without dissmulation,
we have no ground of quarrel with the world or God.

A Morning Prayer
The day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating
concerns and duties. Help us to play the man, help us to perform
them with laughter and kind faces; let cheerfulness abound with
industry. give us to go blithely on our business all this day,
bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonored;
and grant us in the end the gift of sleep. Amen.

Of what shall a man be proud
If he is not proud of his friends?

Give us the strength to encounter that which is to come,
that we may be brave in peril, constant in tribulation,
temperate in wrath, and in all changes of fortune,
and down to the gates of death, loyal and loving
one to another.

Description of Illustration: little illuminated quotes and prayers by Robert Louis Stevenson in blue, black and beige

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