Let all mortal flesh keep silence

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Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
and with fear and trembling stand;
ponder nothing earthly-minded,
for with blessing in his hand,
Christ our God to earth descendeth,
our full homage to demand.

from Liturgy of St. James

 

 

How weary ’twas to wait

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How weary ’twas to wait! The year
Went dragging slowly on;
The red leaf to the running brook
Dropped sadly, and was gone;
December came, and locked in ice
The plashing of the mill;
The white snow filled the orchard up;
But she was waiting still.

from Verses to Order by Henry Austin Dobson

 

Jesus

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At the edge of darkness
He sets up His camp;
Until you know Jesus there
You don´t know Him at all.
There He fights the battle
For our souls
And all the hidden
Enemies
Rise up to meet Him
Certain they will win.
But they are ignorant
Lying in the dark
For years, decades
And have no idea
Who their opponent
Really is.
He is Jesus and He will be
Victorious.

One brown leaf, fallen

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One brown leaf, fallen
to the brown earth: its shadow
fell with it.

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“Be not afraid of these trials which God may see fit to send upon you.

It is with the wind and storm of tribulation that God separates the true wheat from the chaff.

Always remember, therefore, that God comes to you in your sorrows, as really as in your joys.

He lays low, and He builds up.

You will find yourself far from perfection, if you do not find God in everything.”

-Miguel Molinos (1627-1696)

Lord, when our souls by care oppressed

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Lord, when our souls by care oppressed,
By sorrow grieved, or doubt distressed,
Peer through the darkness for the ray
That tells of dawn, and coming day:
Speak, and the Voice that bade the light
O’erthrow the reign of primal night,
Shall bring the sunshine that shall scare
Those prowling terrors in their lair.
O Christ our Lord, Thy power proclaim,
Our wills control, our passions tame;
Be near us, and unrest shall cease,
Amid the calm of heavenly peace.

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from Hymns of the Early Church by John Brownlie
“How shall we climb the hill of God?”