Poem: Visit me with Thy salvation

As God takes care of the blade of grass, even more does He offer salvation to the human soul.  Written by American Transcendentalist Jones Very.



Visit me with Thy salvation


          Wilt Thou not visit me?
The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew;
          Each blade of grass I see,
From Thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew.

          Wilt Thou not visit me?
Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone;
          And every hill and tree
Lend but one voice, the voice of Thee alone.

          Come! for I need Thy love,
More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain;
          Come, like Thy holy dove,
And let me in Thy sight rejoice to live again.

          Yes; Thou wilt visit me;
Nor plant nor tree Thine eye delights so well
          As when, from sin set free,
Man's spirit comes with Thine in peace to dwell.

Poem: Sailor's hymn

Life's path may get stormy, but there's always hope in heaven.  Written by George W Bethune.



Sailor's hymn


Toss'd upon life's raging billow,
Sweet it is, O Lord, to know
Thou hast press'd a sailor's pillow,
And canst feel a sailor's woe;
Never slumbering, never sleeping,
Though the night be dark and drear,
Thou the faithful watch art keeping--
"All, all's well!" Thy constant cheer.

And though loud the wind is howling,
Fierce though flash the lightnings red,
Darkly though the storm-cloud's scowling
O'er the sailor's anxious head,
Thou canst calm the raging ocean,
All its noise and tumult still,
Hush the billow's wild commotion,
At the bidding of Thy will.

Thus my heart the hope will cherish,
While to heaven I lift up mine eye,
Thou wilt save me ere I perish,
Thou wilt hear me when I cry;
And, though mast and sail be riven,
Life's short voyage will soon be o'er;
Safely moor'd in heaven's wide haven,
Storms and tempests vex no more.

Poem: Seeking God

God can always be found with all of His faithful.  Poem by E. Dowden.



Seeking God


I said, "I will find God," and forth I went
To seek Him in the clearness of the sky,
But over me stood unendurably
Only a pitiless, sapphire firmament
Ringing the world,-- blank splendour; yet intent
Still to find God, "I will go seek," said I,
"His way upon the waters," and drew nigh
An ocean marge weed-strewn, and foam-besprent;
And the waves dashed on idle sand and stone,
And very vacant was the long, blue sea;
But in the evening as I sat alone,
My window open to the vanishing day,
Dear God! I could not choose but kneel and pray,
And it sufficed that I was found of Thee.

Praise: The storm may roar without me

     This praise to God for the comfort of faith is by Anne L. Waring.

The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid;
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?