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William Hunter – Personal Poems |
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1. THE LORD'S PRAYER OUR lips now frame that tender name FATHER, we're needy all the same WHICH in Thy daily care we see ART wondrous in Thy love to me IN giving tokens of Thy grace HEAVEN smiling on the human race HALLOWED, in Heaven and in Earth BE all our songs as at His birth THY choir, the Sons of God below NAME: at the sound all knees must bow THY tender mercies new each day KINGDOM and power to thee we say COME Thou, and lead us all the way. THY goodness new each day we rise WILL lead our thoughts up to the skies BE pleased to fill our hearts with Thee DONE with those things of vanity ON faith's strong wings aloft we'll soar EARTH now shall have our best no more AS Heaven's the home of joy and peace IT may be ours when life shall cease IS only just across death's stream IN life or death of it we dream HEAVEN showers on earth some of it's beams GIVE freely of those things that do US, all our days sustain us too EACH one beneath Thy special care DAY by day those bounties share OUR Father hath the reavens fed DAILY by faith we look for Bread AND ask that Thou wilt us FORGIVE our daily sins while still we live US with Thy grace then richly bless OUR wants don't make Thy bounties less DEBTS that we never can repay AS we are sinning day by day WE look to thee for special grace FORGIVE where'er Thy eye can trace OUR failure, though we oft have striven DEBTORS they were but now forgiven. AND look to Thee as shepherds LEAD their flocks by grassy streams to feed US still to keep in Thine own hand NOT letting us in danger stand INTO that place of joy and light TEMPTATION there has lost it's might BUT with Thy hand from every snare DELIVER all, who trust Thy care US humble for our highest good FROM pride, O keep us, as we should EVIL cannot rule us as it would FOR all we have of earthly store THINE is the hand that gives us more IS ruling over land and sea THE greatest monarch that can be KINGDOM without an end at all THE sun will fade and stars will fall POWER that says and it is done AND man's salvation fully won THE honor o'er the world was made GLORY from all shall crown His head FOREVER, through Eternity AMEN, so let it be 2. THE SERMON (Matthew 5) The people came from far and near This out-door preacher now to hear And filled the plain below And jostled round and round again That each a better view might gain And tried to hear, but all in vain Though gracious words did flow Then up the mountain-side He went The people followed all intent A motley eager throng The mountain top His platform there A granite boulder was His chair So all could hear if they did care None thought the sermon long... His mouth was opened, and He spake; Blessed are they whose spirit take A lowly contrite place Nor do they think their lot is hard Nor earthy honors doth regard A kingdom sure, is their reward Sealed by eternal grace... Blessed are they who mourn o'er sin Who feel how poor they are within Whose best deeds are but rags A comfort satan can't destroy Nor is it mixed with earth's alloy A promise true that still brings joy Whose working never flags... The blessed meek shall happy be A sweet contented life has he Life's blessings to enjoy The earth is given himn for his good To use it only as he should And do to others as he would The golden rule employ... Blessed are they who hunger still To know and do Their Master's will Whatever that may be Not by the works which they have done Have they that wondrous goodness won The righteousness of God's dear son Imputed full and free Blessed are they of tender heart Who tries to bear another's smart And wipe the falling tears For unto them shall mercy be Extended both on land and sea And saved from dire calamity Joy comes instead of fears... Blessed are they whose heart is pure Who will no evil thought endure Nor give it lodging place No higher place can e'er be given Among God's saints in earth or heaven The clouds around the The Throne is riven That they may see His face... Blessed are they who live in peace And try to make all discord cease No storms rage in their breasts God's family, is name they bear He keeps them free from every care And of His endless store they share Like birdies in their nests... Blessed are they who suffer wrong And bear the marks of those who are strong Nor will Their Lord deny They do not seek a smoother way The promise sure they have each day A glorious kingdom for their pay Without a tear or sigh... Blessed are ye when men revile And call you evil all the while And do you much of ill If evil words are said of you Don't try to do as other's do But for His sake be always true And do His holy will... Rejoice! And be exceeding glad For great and sure is your reward None ever served for naught The Prophets who have gone before These very trials oft have bore Christ knows how very, very sore And deep the bitter draught 3. MOTHER'S GRAVE O sacred is the dust that lies Beneath this grassy mound To strangers it will just appear A little heap of ground To me a mother dear; and I the child she bore Memory brings up her form As in the days of yore The youngest of her little group of stirring boys I thought not of her cares? (It was my boyish joys That filled my heart), nor thought to give her rest Oft scolded, shook, then kissed And fondled on her breast Now I am hastening down the hill of human life Sharing its hopes and fears Its pleasures and its strife But while life lasts, her form I'll ever see While I, her little boy Is dandled on her knee 4. FOR JUNE 27, 1886 TO MARY It's just ten years ago to-day Since you and I were wed And I can never cease to pray For blessings on your head You have made my pathway brighter The upward hill to go You have made life's cares feel lighter Since now ten years ago We have had our pains my Mary We have had our gain and loss We have still had grace to carry Our burdens or our cross And still we'll join our hearts and hands For weal or else for woe Together walk; together stand Just as ten years ago 5. TO MARY With her own flowers This humble offering which I send May not unworthy be If it reminds thee of a friend Who oft remembers thee I know their splendor all will fade As moments glide away But what of that, they were but made To blossom and decay |
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