THE PRINCE OF LIFE O, Prince of Life, Thy Life hath tuned All life to sweeter, loftier grace! Life's common rounds have wider bounds Since Thou hast trod life's common ways. O, Heart of Love! Thy Tenderness O Life of Love!-The Good Intent O Life! O Love! O Living Word!- JUDGMENT DAY Every day is Judgment Day, He who will not, when he may, Doth but borrow Sorrow. DARKNESS AND LIGHT There is darkness still, gross darkness, Lord, On this fair earth of Thine. There are prisoners still in the prison-house, There are doors still bolted against Thee, And over them all the Shadow of Death Do you hear the voices calling, Out there in the black of the night? Spread the Light! Spread the Light! Till those that see not have their sight; O then shall dawn the golden days, The one true God confessing; When Christly thought and Christly deed In one Grand Brotherhood of Men, INDIA A land of lights and shadows intervolved, A land in thrall to ancient mystic faiths, Like sunny waves upon an iron-bound coast, The Light beats up against the close-barred doors, And seeks vain entrance, yet beats on and on, In hopeful faith which all defeat ignores. But-time shall come, when, like a swelling tide, The Word shall leap the barriers, and The Light Shall sweep the land; and Faith and Love and Hope Shall win for Christ this stronghold of the night. LIVINGSTONE To lift the sombre fringes of the Night, sight, Right mightily wrought he. Forth to the fight he fared, High things and great he dared, He greatly loved— He greatly lived And died right mightily. Like Him he served, he walked life's troublous ways, With heart undaunted, and with calm, high face, And gemmed each day with deeds of sweetest grace; Full lovingly wrought he. Forth to the fight he fared, High things and great he dared, Light, Right lovingly wrought he He greatly loved He greatly lived And died right mightily. Like him he served, he would not turn aside; Nor home nor friends could his true heart divide; He served his Master, and naught else beside, Right faithfully wrought he. Forth to the fight he fared, High things and great he dared, Right faithfully wrought he. He greatly lived And died right mightily. He passed like light across the darkened land, Forth to the fight he fared, High things and great he dared, In His Master's might, to spread the Light, Right mightily wrought he. He greatly loved He greatly lived And died right mightily. |