AND all through life I see a Cross,
Where sons of God yield up their breath;
There is no gain except by loss,
There is no life except by death;
There is no vision save by faith,
Nor glory but by bearing shame,
Nor justice but by taking blame:
And that Eternal Passion saith,
Be emptied of glory and right and name.
Walter C. Smith
NOT to hate anything but sin; to be full of love to every creature; to be frightened at nothing; to be sure that all things will turn to good; not to mind pain or loss, because it is our Father’s will; to know that nothing—no, not if the earth was be burned up, or the waters come and drown us— nothing could part us from God Who loves us, and Who fills our souls with peace and joy, because we sure that whatever He wills is holy, just, and good.
IF all the stars withdraw their light whilst you are in the way of God, assure yourselves that the min is ready to rise.
MAY I reach
That purest heaven, be to other souls
The cup of strength in some great agony,
Enkindle generous ardour, feed pure love,
Beget the smiles that have no cruelty,
Be the sweet presence of a good diffused,
And in diffusion ever more intense.
So shall I join the choir invisible,
Whose music is the gladness of the world.
IF we cannot live at once and alone with Him, we may at least live with those who have lived with Him; and find, in our admiring love for their purity, their truth, their goodness, an intercession with His pity on our behalf. To study the lives, to meditate the sorrows, to commune with the thoughts, of the great and holy men and women of this rich world, is a sacred discipline which deserves at least to rank as the forecourt of the temple of true worship, and may train the tastes, ere we pass the very gate of heaven.
THE Influence of the Good and Holy on the present world is thus not limited to their living in it. When are they so lovely, so winning, so powerful to guide and quicken, as after death 1ms withdrawn them from us? Then we feel that the seal is set upon what was made Perfect in their souls. No more can they be sullied by contact with the earth. They take their place like stars in a region of purity and peace.
William E. Channing
JUDGE not; the workings of his brain
And of his heart thou canst not see;
What looks to thy dim eyes a stain,
In God’s pure light may only be
A scar, brought from some well-won field,
Where thou wouldst only faint and yield.
Adelaide A. Procter
WHEN, O when, shall we learn that loyalty to Christ is tested far more by the strength of our sympathy with Truth than by the intensity of our hatred of Error. I will tell you what to hate. Hate Hypocrisy—hate Cant—hate intolerance, oppression, injustice—hate Pharisaism—hate them as Christ hated them, with a deep, living, God-like hatred. But do not hate men in intellectual error. To hate a man for his errors is as unwise as to hate one who in casting up an account has made an error against himself.
Frederick W. Robertson
WHILE we are coldly discussing a man’s career, sneering at his mistakes, blaming his rashness, and labelling his opinions—“Evangelical and narrow,” or “Latitudinarian and Pantheistic,” or “Anglican and supercilious”—that man, in his solitude, is perhaps shedding hot tears because his sacrifice is a hard one, because strength and patience are failing him to speak the difficult word, and do the difficult deed.