LENTEN LESSONS.
Not of one day or age alone,In unfeared Future far away,—But here, and now, the Great White Throne:—To-day, to-day, the Judgment-Day!On every heart, O God, impressThis truth,—for all souls given,—That heaven does not make holiness,But holiness makes heaven.Thy rightful dower Earth cannot give;Far other, thou, than sun and sod;—The soul of man can only liveBy living in the life of God.The creed of a contracted heart,The code of a self-serving will,Ne’er matched thy nature’s nobler part,Nor could thy being’s end fulfill.Peace is not here; in vain thy quest;—Thou art not brother to the clod;The heart of man can only restBy resting on the heart of God.
Not of one day or age alone,In unfeared Future far away,—But here, and now, the Great White Throne:—To-day, to-day, the Judgment-Day!On every heart, O God, impressThis truth,—for all souls given,—That heaven does not make holiness,But holiness makes heaven.Thy rightful dower Earth cannot give;Far other, thou, than sun and sod;—The soul of man can only liveBy living in the life of God.The creed of a contracted heart,The code of a self-serving will,Ne’er matched thy nature’s nobler part,Nor could thy being’s end fulfill.Peace is not here; in vain thy quest;—Thou art not brother to the clod;The heart of man can only restBy resting on the heart of God.
Not of one day or age alone,In unfeared Future far away,—But here, and now, the Great White Throne:—To-day, to-day, the Judgment-Day!
Not of one day or age alone,
In unfeared Future far away,—
But here, and now, the Great White Throne:—
To-day, to-day, the Judgment-Day!
On every heart, O God, impressThis truth,—for all souls given,—That heaven does not make holiness,But holiness makes heaven.
On every heart, O God, impress
This truth,—for all souls given,—
That heaven does not make holiness,
But holiness makes heaven.
Thy rightful dower Earth cannot give;Far other, thou, than sun and sod;—The soul of man can only liveBy living in the life of God.
Thy rightful dower Earth cannot give;
Far other, thou, than sun and sod;—
The soul of man can only live
By living in the life of God.
The creed of a contracted heart,The code of a self-serving will,Ne’er matched thy nature’s nobler part,Nor could thy being’s end fulfill.
The creed of a contracted heart,
The code of a self-serving will,
Ne’er matched thy nature’s nobler part,
Nor could thy being’s end fulfill.
Peace is not here; in vain thy quest;—Thou art not brother to the clod;The heart of man can only restBy resting on the heart of God.
Peace is not here; in vain thy quest;—
Thou art not brother to the clod;
The heart of man can only rest
By resting on the heart of God.