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Page 116 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens ; LORD, with me abide ! When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Page xii - Give fools their gold, and knaves their power ; Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall ; Who sows a field, or trains a flower, Or plants a tree, is more than all. For he who blesses most is blest ; And God and man shall own his worth Who toils to leave as his bequest An added beauty to the earth.
Page xi - Alas! it is not when we sleep soft and wake merrily ourselves, that we think on other people's sufferings. Our hearts are waxed light within us then, and we are for righting our ain wrangs and fighting our ain battles.
Page 144 - Light that followest all my way, I yield my flickering torch to thee; My heart restores its borrowed ray, That in thy sunshine's blaze its day May brighter, fairer be.
Page 144 - 0 Joy that seekest me through pain, I cannot close my heart to Thee; I trace the rainbow through the rain, And feel the promise is not vain That morn shall tearless be.
Page 144 - Here endeth the lesson. 0 love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul In Thee; 1 give Thee back the life I owe, That in Thine ocean depths its flow May richer, fuller be.
Page 193 - Frae mony a but and ben, By muirland, holm, and glen, They cam ane hour to spen' on the greenwood swaird; But lang ha'e lad an' lass Been lying 'neth the grass, The green green grass o' Traquair kirkyard. . They were blest beyond compare, When they held their trysting there, Amang thae greenest hills shone on by the sun ; And then they wan a rest, The lownest and the best, I' Traquair kirkyard when a
Page 193 - I'll awa' and see. And what saw ye there At the bush aboon Traquair? Or what did ye hear that was worth your heed? I heard the cushies croon Through the gowden afternoon, And the Quair burn singing doun to the Vale o...
Page 82 - neath their cottage shade — Whose love he shared, when their songs and mirth Brightened the gloom of this sinful earth — Whose names from our world had passed away, As flowers in the breath of an autumn day — ' He knew that they, with all suffering done, Encircled the throne of the Holy One ! ' Though ours be a pillar d and lofty home, Where want with his pale train never may come.