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God has His times: No power of man
Can thwart His purposes divine;
For everything He has a plan
And one for this small life of mine.

I want to be on time with God,
My footsteps guided in His ways;
His will and mine of one accord,
My highest joy to speak His praise.

I want to be on time with God,
Nor fail Him when He calls to me;
I'll follow Him at home, abroad
'Til time becomes eternity.

God gives to you another year,
A year of hours and days;
And as you face its unseen tasks
And face its unknown ways,
Lo! every hour some treasure holds,
And every day new joy unfolds.

A fragment of eternity
In which to gain and give;
So many days and weeks and months
To love and laugh and live.
What shall those minted moments buy?
How will you spend them as they fly?

They come all wrapped in silver morns,
That shade to golden noons,
Tied round with strings of jeweled stars,

GOD GAVE my son in trust to me;
Christ died for him, and he should be
A man for Christ. He is his own,
And God's and man's; not mine alone.
He was not mine to " give. " He gave
Himself that he might help save
All that a Christian should revere,
All that enlightened men hold dear.

" To feed the guns! " O torpid soul!
Awake, and see life as a whole,
When freedom, honor, justice, right,
Were threatened by the despot's might;
With heart aflame and soul alight
He bravely went for God to fight

1. God from his throne with piercing eye, Naked does every
But
But never till we
heart behold; But never till we come to die, But
But never till we come to die, But never till we
never till we come to die To us will such a view unfold.
come to die, To us will such a view unfold.
never till we come to die, To us will such a view unfold.
come to die, To us will such a view unfold.

2. Should sin, in naked form, appear,
Just as it rises in the heart,
And others know and see it there,
In every feeling, every thought:

E're the Day break, and The Shadows Fly

Est Deus in Nobis, sunt et Commercia Coeli:
Sedibus Athereis Spiritus Ille venit.
A God doth dwell in Men , from th' Blessed Seats ,
Th' Immortal Spirit, mortal Man repletes.

Suffer, much Worshipful, A meaner Flight,
In Eccho to your sacred Muse's Hight,

God, consider the soul's need
Of Owain son of Urien!
Rheged's prince, secret in loam:
No shallow work, to praise him!

A strait grave, a man much praised,
His whetted spear the wings of dawn:
That lord of bright Llwyfenydd,
Where is his peer?

Reaper of enemies; strong of grip;
One kind with his fathers;
Owain, to slay Fflamddwyn,
Thought it no more than sleep.

Sleepeth the wide host of England
With light in their eyes,
And those that had not fled
Were braver than were wise.

" GOD bless the man who first invented sleep! "
— So Sancho Panza said, and so say I:
And bless him, also, that he didn't keep
— His great discovery to himself; nor try
To make it — as the lucky fellow might —
A close monopoly by patent-right!

Yes; bless the man who first invented sleep
— (I really can't avoid the iteration);
But blast the man, with curses loud and deep,
— Whate'er the rascal's name, or age, or station,
Who first invented, and went round advising,
That artificial cut-off, — Early Rising!

God bless pawnbrokers!
They are quiet men.
You may go once —
You may go again —
They do not question
As a brother might;
They never say
What they think is right;
They never hint
All you ought to know;
Lay your treasure down,
Take your cash and go,
Fold your ticket up
In a secret place
With your shaken pride
And your shy disgrace,
Take the burly world
By the throat again —
God bless pawnbrokers!
They are quiet men.

God bless my little kitchen,
I love its every nook
And God bless me as I do my work,
Wash pots and pans and cook.

And may the meals that I prepare
Be successful from above
With Thy blessing and Thy grace
But most of all Thy love.

As we partake of earthly good
The table before us spread
We'll not forget to thank Thee, Lord,
Who gives us daily bread.

So bless my little kitchen, Lord,
And those who enter in
May they find naught but joy and peace
And happiness therein.

1. God be with you till we meet again! By his counsels guide, uphold you,
2. God be with you till we meet again! 'Neath his wings securely hide you,
With his sheep securely fold you; God be with you till we meet again!
Daily manna still provide you; God be with you till we meet again!
Till we meet! Till we meet! Till we meet at Jesus' feet;
Till we meet! Till we meet again! Till we meet!
Till we meet! Till we meet! God be with you till we meet again!
Till we meet! Till we meet again!

3. God be with you till we meet again!