Richard Chenvix Trench

Thou cam’st not to thy place by accident,

It is the very place God meant for thee;

by Richard Chenevix Trench

Thou that in life’s crowded city art arrived, thou knowest not how —

By what path or on what errand —list and learn thine errand now.

I say to thee — do thou repeat

    To the first man thou mayest meet

Thomas Kelly

Grace is the sweetest sound

      That ever reached our ears:

One by one the sands are flowing
     One by one the moments fall,

Rise! for the day is passing,
     And you lie dreaming on;

Anna L. Coghill 

Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the morning hours;

Cecil F. Alexander 

We are but little children weak,
   Nor born in any high estate;

James Montgomery 

Call Jehovah thy salvation,
Rest beneath the Almighty's shade;

Nothing but leaves; the spirit grieves

Over a wasted life;

Fay Inchfawn 

Sometimes, I say, on days like these,
I get a sudden gleam of bliss.   

Fay Inchfawn 

Not long ago, I prayed for dying grace,
For then I thought to see Thee face to face.