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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
356
HYMN
WRITTEN FOR THE SERVICE IN MEMORY OF DR. J. L. M. CURRY, HELD BY THE SOUTHERN EDUCATION CONFERENCE, RICHMOND, VIRGINIA, APRIL 26, 1903
God of the strong, God of the weak,
Lord of all lands, and our own land;
Light of all souls, from Thee we seek
Light from Thy light, strength from Thy hand.
Lord of all lands, and our own land;
Light of all souls, from Thee we seek
Light from Thy light, strength from Thy hand.
In suffering Thou hast made us one,
In mighty burdens one are we;
Teach us that lowliest duty done
Is highest service unto Thee.
In mighty burdens one are we;
Teach us that lowliest duty done
Is highest service unto Thee.
Teach us, Great Teacher of mankind,
The sacrifice that brings Thy balm;
The love, the work that bless and bind;
Teach us Thy majesty, Thy calm.
The sacrifice that brings Thy balm;
The love, the work that bless and bind;
Teach us Thy majesty, Thy calm.
Teach Thou, and we shall know, indeed,
The truth divine that maketh free;
And knowing, we may sow the seed
That blossoms through eternity;—
The truth divine that maketh free;
And knowing, we may sow the seed
That blossoms through eternity;—
May sow in every living heart
That to the waiting day doth ope.
Not ours, O God! the craven part,
To shut one human soul from hope.
That to the waiting day doth ope.
Not ours, O God! the craven part,
To shut one human soul from hope.
Now, in the memory of Thy Saint,
To whom Thy little ones were dear,
Help us to toil and not to faint,
Till earth grows dark and heaven comes near.
To whom Thy little ones were dear,
Help us to toil and not to faint,
Till earth grows dark and heaven comes near.
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |