TO YOU WHO HAVE LOST (continued) And when He saw his work below was done, Are worthy of My larger liberties,” -Then drew him with the hand of welcoming grace, And, side by side, they climbed the heavenly ways. LORD, SAVE THEIR SOULS ALIVE! Lord, save their souls alive! And for the rest, We leave it all to Thee; Thou knowest best. Whether they live or die, Safely they'll rest, Every true soul of them, Whether they live or die, They stood the test. If they come back to us How grateful we! If not, we may not grieve; They are with Thee. No soul of them shall fail, Whate'er the past. LORD, SAVE THEIR SOULS ALIVE! (continued) Who dies for Thee and Thine Wins Thee at last. Who, through the fiery gates, Enter Thy rest, Greet them as conquerors,— Bravest and best! Every white soul of them, Wear them as living gems, THE ALABASTER BOX The spikenard was not wasted;— All down the tale of years, The fragrance of that broken alabaster Still clings to Mary's memory, As clung its perfume sweet unto her Master. Not less than Martha, Mary served her Lord, Although she but sat worshipping, While Martha spread the board. They also minister to Christ, And render noblest duty, Whose sweet hands touch life's common rounds To Fragrance and to Beauty. WHITE BROTHER Midway between the flaming lines he lay, And none could succour him. First this one tried, Then that... and then another . . . and they died; -God's sons! Those others saw his plight, and laughed and jeered, And, at each helper's fall, laughed more, and cheered; -God's sons? So, through the torture of an endless day, -God's son! Then, as he wrestled for each hard-won breath, Bleeding his life out, craving only death; -God's son! |