Prayer for Spring


Speak, and by thy gracious voice
Make my drooping soul rejoice;
O, beloved Saviour, haste,
Tell me all the storms are past!
On thy garden deign to smile;
Raise the plants, enrich the soil;
Soon thy presence will restore
Life to what seemed dead before.

John Newton, Prayer for Spring.




Now, now that the sun hath veil’d his light
And bid the world goodnight;
To the soft bed my body I dispose,
But where shall my soul repose?
Dear, dear God, even in Thy arms,
And can there be any so sweet security!
Then to thy rest, O my soul!
And singing, praise the mercy
That prolongs thy days.


henry purcell, an evening hymn


Thou hidden Life of faithful souls


Thou hidden Life of faithful souls- Thou Light

Of that mysterious inner world of thought,

Oh give us grace to follow Thee aright,

From cross and toil and sorrow shrinking not;

Content to be but little known,

Content to wander on alone;

Here- hidden inwardly in Thee;

There- Light in thine own Light to be.

from THY HIDDEN ONES by C. F. Richter, 1711. Translated Emma Frances Bevan, 1899.

abide with me

two crosses

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies;
Heav’n’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

from Abide with Me;  Henry F. Lyte, 1847