In the rim of the Light he laid him, "I wotted not! I wotted not! Dear Master, take me in!" And as he lay there sorrowing, Up came the felon crew. They flailed him with their dead bodys, They heeded not his rue. They flailed him with their dead bodys, They heeded not their spleen. "I wotted not! I wotted not! Dear Master, take me in!" And the Word made manifest, "Lay down thy load where I abode, And I will give thee rest! "And ye,—no more hunt Iscariot! He repents him of his sin. And never a soul that repenteth But he may enter in. "This Day the Door is opened That shall never close again, And the dead soul of Iscariot Was born again that night; For the Lord Christ came dead souls to claim And lead them into Light. And the souls of the unburied, When they looked upon His face, Were cleansed of sin and entered in So, by that wonderful great Love PROFIT AND LOSS Profit?-Loss? Who shall declare this good-that ill?— Of an Omniscient Will? When seeming gain but turns to loss,- Wisest the man who does his best, To Him who counts not deeds alone, FREE MEN OF GOD Free men of God, the New Day breaks For this our fathers strove, In stern and fiery love- That all should be-as we are-Free! Free men of God, gird up your loins, Strike home, strike home for Truth and Right! This with their lives they bought— Heirs of their liberty That all should be-as we are-Free! Free men we are and so will be; Or draw a veil between Us and our God, for He Would have His people free, And we would be-as Thou art-Free. Free men of God, your Birthright claim! Our fathers won it with a price. They paid in full to axe and flame, Nor counted up the sacrifice. This is our heritage, And here we do engage, Each man unto his son Intact to pass it on. So shall they be-as we are-Free! Our Sure Defence, in times of stress, With loftier mind and heart, And God defend the right! TREASURE-TROVE Lord Christ, let me but hold Thy hand And all the rest may go. For nothing is, but only seems, And life is full of idle dreams, Until Thyself we know. The whole wide world is nought beside The wonder of Thy love. And though my state be mean and strait, Give me but heart to work and wait, And I have Treasure-Trove. THE GATE "A little child shall lead them." I trod an arduous way, but came at last My eyes did seek the Gates-the Great White That close not ever, day or night, but stand Wide as the love of Christ that opened them. But nought could I discern of gate or breach, The wall stood flawless far as eye could reach. But when I drew in closer to the wall, A very needle's eye-scarce visible. I looked and wondered. Could this trivial way Be the sole entrance to the light of day? And as I stood perplext, a clear voice cried,"Come! Enter in! The Gate is open wide." And while I stood in doubt, there came along To meet his high estate and welcome him. |