THE HIGH THINGS The Greatest Day that ever dawned,— It was a Winter's Morn. The Finest Temple ever built Was a Shed where a Babe was born. The Sweetest Robes by woman wrought Were the Swaths by the Baby worn. And the Fairest Hair the world has seen, -Those Locks that were never shorn. The Noblest Crown man ever wore,It was the Plaited Thorn. The Grandest Death man ever died,It was the Death of Scorn. The Sorest Grief by woman known THE HIGH THINGS (continued) The Deepest Sorrows e'er endured The Truest Heart the world e'er broke THE EMPTY CHAIR Wherever is an empty chair- And fill it-like an answered prayer- Think! Would you wish that he had stayed, When all the rest The Call obeyed? -That thought of self had held in thrall His soul, and shrunk it mean and small? Nay, rather thank the Lord that he THE EMPTY CHAIR (continued) -That, setting duty first, he went So, Lord, we thank Thee for Thy Grace, And pray Thee fill his vacant place! ROAD-MATES From deepest depth, O Lord, I cry to Thee. "My Love runs quick to your necessity." I am bereft; my soul is sick with loss. "Dear one, I know. My heart broke on the Cross." What most I loved is gone. I walk alone. "My Love shall more than fill his place, my own." The burden is too great for me to bear. "Not when I'm here to take an equal share." The road is long, and very wearisome. The night is black; I fear to go astray. "Hold My hand fast. I'll lead you all the way." |