O God, my master God, look down and seeIf I am making what Thou wouldst of me.Fain might I lift my hands up in the airFrom the defiant passion of my prayer;Yet here they grope on this cold altar stone,Graving the words I think I should make known.Mine eyes are Thine. Yea, let me not forget,Lest with unstaunched tears I leave them wet,Dimming their faithful power, till they not seeSome small, plain task that might be done for Thee.My feet, that ache for paths of flowery bloom,Halt steadfast in the straitness of this room.Though they may never be on errands sent,Here shall they stay, and wait Thy full content.And my poor heart, that doth so crave for peace,Shall beat until Thou bid its beating cease.So, Thou dear master God, look down and seeWhether I do Thy bidding heedfully.Alice Brown.
O God, my master God, look down and seeIf I am making what Thou wouldst of me.Fain might I lift my hands up in the airFrom the defiant passion of my prayer;Yet here they grope on this cold altar stone,Graving the words I think I should make known.Mine eyes are Thine. Yea, let me not forget,Lest with unstaunched tears I leave them wet,Dimming their faithful power, till they not seeSome small, plain task that might be done for Thee.My feet, that ache for paths of flowery bloom,Halt steadfast in the straitness of this room.Though they may never be on errands sent,Here shall they stay, and wait Thy full content.And my poor heart, that doth so crave for peace,Shall beat until Thou bid its beating cease.So, Thou dear master God, look down and seeWhether I do Thy bidding heedfully.
Alice Brown.
O God, our Heavenly Father, from whom cometh to us again this gift of life, may we be able to use as Thou wouldst have us the fresh revelation and energy of each morning hour. May we be helped to see more clearly that task with all its blessings, which Thou placest within our reach today. Freshen our souls anew with the coming sunlight and quicken our will that we may perceive and fulfil our present duty gladly, eagerly, successfully, however humble in the spirit of those who remember that if done for Thy sake and beneath Thy laws even servile labors shine. Amen.
Hobart Clark.
August 4
We thank Thee for all that Thou hast made, and that Thou hast called it Good! We thank Thee! We enter into Thy work, and go about Thy business.
We thank Thee for all that Thou hast made, and that Thou hast called it Good! We thank Thee! We enter into Thy work, and go about Thy business.
Edward Everett Hale.
O, it is great, and there is no other greatness. To make some work of God's creation a little fruitfuller, better, more worthy of God; to make some human hearts a little wiser, manfuller, happier,—more blessed, less accursed,—it is a work for God.
O, it is great, and there is no other greatness. To make some work of God's creation a little fruitfuller, better, more worthy of God; to make some human hearts a little wiser, manfuller, happier,—more blessed, less accursed,—it is a work for God.
Thomas Carlyle.
Heavenly Father, we would begin the day with noble purpose; may we scorn all meanness, and lift up our heads unto the Lord as men who have a great expectation. Our hope is in a living God; Thou wilt not allow our life to wander into darkness; if for a small moment we are forsaken, we shall be gathered with ineffable and everlasting mercies. In the confidence of Thy presence, in the assurance of Thy sustaining grace, we look steadfastly to heaven, and then we look hopefully to earth, and we know that, having begun the day with prayer and praise and pious expectancy, its hours shall all be gladdened and its even-tide shall be a benediction. Guide us with Thine eyes; sustain us by Thy mighty power; keep us this day without sin. Amen.
Joseph Parker.
August 5
The scenery around your house may be monotonous, without a mountain or sea or lake or hill; but an upward look at the clear sky will put you in instant communication with infinite beauty and majesty. No spot on earth is common or barren over which the skies bend in solemn silence. No human life need be barren or common which is connected by the great network of moral law with any other being.
The scenery around your house may be monotonous, without a mountain or sea or lake or hill; but an upward look at the clear sky will put you in instant communication with infinite beauty and majesty. No spot on earth is common or barren over which the skies bend in solemn silence. No human life need be barren or common which is connected by the great network of moral law with any other being.
J. H. Carlisle.
Our God and Father, the author of beauty, the rewarder of all them that seek Thee, we, Thy children, come to Thee at the opening of this new day. May we have hearts so pure that we shall see Thee; minds so open that we shall talk with Thee; and lives so true that we shall reveal Thee. Let toil become to us as a sacrament. Reveal to us the beauty of life as well as of holiness and help us to live with upturned faces, so that we may catch the glory of Thy presence, and reflect it to all around us. May we walk with Thee, thinking Thy thoughts, having Thy visions of beauty and of life. When life's evening shall come gather us in Thine arms of love to be with Thee in the home which Thou hast prepared for us and hast beautified with earth's fairest treasures through Jesus Christ, Our Lord. Amen.
John Galbraith.
August 6
How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employAll the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!Robert Browning.I am glad to thinkI am not bound to make the world go right;But only to discover and to do,With cheerful heart, the work that God appoints.I will trust in Him,That He can hold His own; and I will takeHis will, above the work He sendeth me,to be my chiefest good.Jean Ingelow.
How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employAll the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!
Robert Browning.
I am glad to thinkI am not bound to make the world go right;But only to discover and to do,With cheerful heart, the work that God appoints.I will trust in Him,That He can hold His own; and I will takeHis will, above the work He sendeth me,to be my chiefest good.
Jean Ingelow.
Our Heavenly Father, all Thy works prove Thy goodness; the world Thou givest us is good; the powers with which Thou dost endow us are adapted to deeds of goodness. We know full well that we do evil as well as good. Some of our days close in sadness.... At the beginning of this day we pledge ourselves to try harder than ever to do something good, to make somebody happy, to keep our minds filled with pure thoughts, to set our ambitions on worthy objects; and we pray that Thou who art "the Power not ourselves that makes for righteousness" shalt work with us that through our effort and Thy help the day shall end in joy and peace. Amen.
Lee S. McCollester.
August 7
Our lives are songs; God writes the words,And we set them to music at pleasure;And the song grows glad, or sweet, or sad,As we choose to fashion the measure.We must write the music, whatever the song,Whatever its rhyme or metre;And if it is sad, we can make it glad,Or, if sweet, we can make it sweeter.Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Our lives are songs; God writes the words,And we set them to music at pleasure;And the song grows glad, or sweet, or sad,As we choose to fashion the measure.We must write the music, whatever the song,Whatever its rhyme or metre;And if it is sad, we can make it glad,Or, if sweet, we can make it sweeter.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
We thank Thee, O God, that Thou hast made us responsive to all the beauty and gladness about us, and that we may make our lives one grand, sweet song. We know there is much that may spoil the song. But we thank Thee, that if we follow the great Leader, we can change all discordant notes into harmony. Help us through Him to tune our lives into accord with Thine. Especially may we live in peace with each other. Make us strong to return good for evil, to meet irritability with patience, unkindness with gentleness and harsh words with quiet speech. So may our lives "be filled with music, and the cares that infest the day, shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and as silently steal away." Amen.
James M. Payson.
August 8
Back of the canvas that throbs the painter is hinted and hidden,Into the statue that breathes the soul of the sculptor is bidden,Under the joy that is felt lie the infinite issues of feeling;Crowning the glory revealed is the glory that crowns the revealing.Great are the symbols of being, but that which is symbolled is greater;Vast the create and beheld, but vaster the inward creator.Richard Realf.
Back of the canvas that throbs the painter is hinted and hidden,Into the statue that breathes the soul of the sculptor is bidden,Under the joy that is felt lie the infinite issues of feeling;Crowning the glory revealed is the glory that crowns the revealing.Great are the symbols of being, but that which is symbolled is greater;Vast the create and beheld, but vaster the inward creator.
Richard Realf.
Thou, Lord, who hast created us surely for good and not evil, for Thou art good and doest good, wilt go with us through all the day. Help us to keep in mind Thy presence, that we may walk before Thee and be perfect, that we may walk with Thee and be pleasing to Thee, that we may walk after Thee, humbly, reverently. May we prize the glories that come with the hours, not suffering them to make us conceited or self-centered, or unduly independent, but utilize them as means to make us more fully a part of Thee. Give us this day complete victory over each temptation as it arrives, and may we feel when night falls that we have acquitted ourselves well in the campaign, and done what we could to make, not only ourselves, but the world around us, better. Amen.
James Mudge.
August 9
Each night is followed by its day,Each storm by fairer weather,While all the works of nature singTheir songs of joy together.Then learn, O heart, their songs of hope!Cease, soul, thy thankless sorrow;For though the clouds be dark today,The sun will shine tomorrow.T. Edgar Jones.
Each night is followed by its day,Each storm by fairer weather,While all the works of nature singTheir songs of joy together.Then learn, O heart, their songs of hope!Cease, soul, thy thankless sorrow;For though the clouds be dark today,The sun will shine tomorrow.
T. Edgar Jones.
Father of light! Who causeth light to shine out of darkness and maketh day to follow the night; we thank Thee for Thy loving care that has brought us from the slumber and rest of night to behold the light of a new day. May we rejoice in it, and cheerfully enter upon its duties and experiences. May the grace of Thy presence make our sunshine, that we may walk in the light of heaven, breathe its atmosphere and engage in its service; doing Thy will in the service of one another and in the service of love, truth and goodness. May the light of faith, hope, and love shining within us, dispel all darkness and sorrow from our lives, that light which shines so lustrously from the life of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
Robert T. Polk.
August 10
Never say, "It is nobody's business but my own what I do with my life." It is not true. Your life is put into your bands as a trust, for many others besides yourself. If you use it well, it will make many others happy; if you abuse it, you will harm many others besides yourself.
Never say, "It is nobody's business but my own what I do with my life." It is not true. Your life is put into your bands as a trust, for many others besides yourself. If you use it well, it will make many others happy; if you abuse it, you will harm many others besides yourself.
James M. Pullman.
Almighty Father, whom, though we have not seen, we love, we know not what this day may bring forth but we know that it shall be for good as our trust is in Thee. We look up and adore Thee, and we believe and love and obey. Throughout all the hours of this day may we be "diligent in business, fervent in spirit, serving the Lord." We believe in the victory of good over evil, of light over darkness; help us to bear our part courageously in the battle. Be merciful to us and make us merciful to one another. May we be numbered with those who are pure in heart, and see God in the humblest service to the humblest people. We beseech Thee to answer according to Thy love not only these prayers which we utter with our lips but also the silent prayers of our heart. Amen.
Harold Pattison.
August 11
Prince Florimel and Prince Carimel were twin brothers, the sons of a king, and no one could tell which of the two ought to succeed to the throne, for they were both exactly the same age. So one day they went to a wise magician, and asked him which of them ought to be king after their father's death. "He who is most worthy," said the magician. "But how shall we find out who is most worthy?" "He who possesses the magic flower that grows in the enchanted forest shall be found most worthy," he answered. So the two brothers travelled through the enchanted forest until they found the magic flower; but it grew in such a dangerous place that Carimel would not attempt to reach it. Florimel, however, clambered down the rocks and plucked the flower; and when he had got it, what do you think he did with it? Why, he gave it to his brother, for the name of that magic flower was Unselfishness.
Prince Florimel and Prince Carimel were twin brothers, the sons of a king, and no one could tell which of the two ought to succeed to the throne, for they were both exactly the same age. So one day they went to a wise magician, and asked him which of them ought to be king after their father's death. "He who is most worthy," said the magician. "But how shall we find out who is most worthy?" "He who possesses the magic flower that grows in the enchanted forest shall be found most worthy," he answered. So the two brothers travelled through the enchanted forest until they found the magic flower; but it grew in such a dangerous place that Carimel would not attempt to reach it. Florimel, however, clambered down the rocks and plucked the flower; and when he had got it, what do you think he did with it? Why, he gave it to his brother, for the name of that magic flower was Unselfishness.
William Moodie.
Our Father, with thankful hearts for all Thy goodness to us in the past,—we seek Thy Holy Spirit's guidance for the day before us. Help us to live not for self alone, but for the good of all with whom we mingle. May the needy, suffering, and struggling ones all about us gather strength because of our devotion to Thee. So inspire us to forget ourselves, that we may the better remember our Master, and the privileges and duties of a life's service to Thy children. Wilt Thou not, Infinite One, thus help us, this day, and in all the days to come, to live to Thy glory! Amen.
Lewis P. Bates.
August 12
To do something for someone else; to love the unlovely; to give a hand to the unattractive; to speak to the uncongenial; to make friends with the poor and folks of lowly degree; to find a niche in the church of the Lord, and to do something out of sheer love for Him; to determine in His house to have His mind; to plan to win at least one for the Master; to aim to redeem past time that is lost; to will to let one's light shine; to cut off practices that are sinful and costly; to add the beauty of holiness—this is to make one's life a thing of beauty and this is to grow in grace, for growing in grace is simply copying the beautiful life of the altogether lovely One.
To do something for someone else; to love the unlovely; to give a hand to the unattractive; to speak to the uncongenial; to make friends with the poor and folks of lowly degree; to find a niche in the church of the Lord, and to do something out of sheer love for Him; to determine in His house to have His mind; to plan to win at least one for the Master; to aim to redeem past time that is lost; to will to let one's light shine; to cut off practices that are sinful and costly; to add the beauty of holiness—this is to make one's life a thing of beauty and this is to grow in grace, for growing in grace is simply copying the beautiful life of the altogether lovely One.
Edward F. Reimer.
Infinite Father, we rejoice that it is possible for us to be workers together with Thee by giving our sympathy, love and help to Thy needy children. As Thou hast honored us by appointing us to such a gracious ministry, may we seek to honor Thee in return by trying to do Thy blessed will. In all lowly and gentle ways, may we do what we can to bind up the broken-hearted, to relieve the distressed, to strengthen the weak. Let none who suffer look to us in vain for some manifestation of the Christ-like Spirit. May we so meet and treat the sad, the lonely, the tempted, that they shall take knowledge of us that we have been with Jesus. So may His heavenly teaching bear sweet fruit in our conduct and characters, and so may the Kingdom which He came to establish grow apace in the world. In His name. Amen.
Willard C. Selleck.
August 13
Let me feel that I am to be a lover. I am to see to it that the world is better for me, and to find my reward in the act. Love would put a new face on this weary old world in which we dwell as pagans and enemies too long; and it would warm the heart to see how fast the vain diplomacy of statesmen, the impotence of armies and navies and lines of defence, would be superseded by this unarmed child. This great, overgrown, dead Christendom of ours still keeps alive at least the name of a lover of mankind. But one day all men will be lovers: and every calamity will be dissolved in the universal sunshine.
Let me feel that I am to be a lover. I am to see to it that the world is better for me, and to find my reward in the act. Love would put a new face on this weary old world in which we dwell as pagans and enemies too long; and it would warm the heart to see how fast the vain diplomacy of statesmen, the impotence of armies and navies and lines of defence, would be superseded by this unarmed child. This great, overgrown, dead Christendom of ours still keeps alive at least the name of a lover of mankind. But one day all men will be lovers: and every calamity will be dissolved in the universal sunshine.
Ralph Waldo Emerson.
What manner of love hast Thou bestowed upon us, dear Lord, that we should be called Thy children! As Thou hast loved us, so teach us each to love the world. This day someone will go forth to business on land or sea burdened with heavy cares: some father disheartened and discouraged will take up the trials of yesterday wondering what the end will be—some mother dismayed with her lot will cry "How long?" Help us, O Lord to minister to them in word or look, in prayer or gift. As the sun shall this day bring light and life to this old earth causing it to yield its highest purpose, so grant that Thy love may give through us a new inspiration to all mankind. Hasten the time when all shall love Thee as Thou hast loved the world. Then will each love the other. Then will the sword and the spear be molten into the plowshare and the pruning hook, and the desert shall bud and blossom as the rose. Amen.
Edwin Alonzo Blake.
August 14
Thou art, O God, the life and lightOf all this wondrous world we see;Its glow by day, its smile by night,Are but reflections caught from thee.Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,And all things fair and bright are thine.Thomas Moore.
Thou art, O God, the life and lightOf all this wondrous world we see;Its glow by day, its smile by night,Are but reflections caught from thee.Where'er we turn, thy glories shine,And all things fair and bright are thine.
Thomas Moore.
Almighty God, our Heavenly Father, who hast safely brought us to the beginning of this day, defend us in the same with Thy mighty power. Grant that this day we fall into no sin. Create in us a clean heart and renew a right spirit within us. Open our eyes that this day may be a fresh disclosure of Thyself, the Unseen Presence; endow us with Thy strength that, in joy and pain, it may lead us into Thy house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. Enable us so to use the things of the world that while they abide we may not lose Thy presence, and when they pass we may not stand alone. So shall the spirit of Christ inflame us. Amen.
Frederick W. Perkins.
August 15
It ain't no use to grumble and complain,It's just as cheap and easy to rejoice;When God sorts out the weather and sends rain,Why, rain's my choice.James Whitcomb Riley.
It ain't no use to grumble and complain,It's just as cheap and easy to rejoice;When God sorts out the weather and sends rain,Why, rain's my choice.
James Whitcomb Riley.
When you get into a tight place, and everything goes against you, till it seems as if you could not hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that's just the place and time that the tide will turn.
When you get into a tight place, and everything goes against you, till it seems as if you could not hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that's just the place and time that the tide will turn.
Harriet Beecher Stowe.
Father, we pray Thee that in every emergency of our lives we may be faithful to the duty which the day demands, and with reverent spirits acquit us like men, doing what should be done, bearing what must be borne, and so growing greater from our toil and our sufferings, till we transfigure ourselves into noble images of humanity, which are blameless within and beautiful without, and acceptable to Thy spirit. So may Thy kingdom come and Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven; for Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory, the dominion and honor forever and ever. Amen.
Theodore Parker.
August 16
It was only a glad "Good Morning"As she passed along the way;But it spread the morning's gloryOver the livelong day.Carlotta Perry.Smile upon the troubled pilgrimsWhom you pass and meet;Frowns are thorns, and smiles are blossoms,Oft to weary feet.Do not make the way seem harderBy a sullen face;Smile a little, smile a little,Brighten up the place.Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
It was only a glad "Good Morning"As she passed along the way;But it spread the morning's gloryOver the livelong day.
Carlotta Perry.
Smile upon the troubled pilgrimsWhom you pass and meet;Frowns are thorns, and smiles are blossoms,Oft to weary feet.Do not make the way seem harderBy a sullen face;Smile a little, smile a little,Brighten up the place.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Father, in this morning hour, we would look into Thy face and feel the sweetness of that transforming influence which is forever baptizing Thy world with light and gladness, adding beauty to beauty and glory to glory. Baptize us anew, with this all-pervading spirit and send us out into this day's work to meet its varied experiences with trusting hearts and smiling faces. May we each send forth a brightening, gladdening influence to cheer and strengthen and uplift every weary, troubled pilgrim whom we meet on this day's journey. So may it be ours to enter into closer and diviner fellowship with Thee, our Father, whose greatest joy is to impart joy and blessing to Thy waiting children. Amen.
Annette J. Shaw.
August 17
There are nettles everywhere,But smooth green grasses are more common still;The blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.Elizabeth Barrett Browning.Flower in the crannied wall,I pluck you out of the crannies;—Hold you here, root and all, in my hand,Little flower—but if I could understandWhat you are, root and all, and all in all,I should know what God and man is.Alfred Tennyson.
There are nettles everywhere,But smooth green grasses are more common still;The blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
Flower in the crannied wall,I pluck you out of the crannies;—Hold you here, root and all, in my hand,Little flower—but if I could understandWhat you are, root and all, and all in all,I should know what God and man is.
Alfred Tennyson.
O Thou, Who hast gemmed the heavens with round, revolving worlds, the earth with beauty and the coronet of our minds with royal faculties, we do not know what "the little flower is, root and all, and all in all" and yet, dear Lord, through the clear and the convincing revelation of Thy dear Son; through the divine image which Thou hast implanted within us; through the mighty and the persuasive witness from experience, we do feel and believe that Thou art the great creator, preserver and benefactor; That Thou hast called us to do a noble, a specific work; that we ought not to neglect the gift that is in us; to this end wilt Thou help us to be pure, brave, faithful and strong, that we may fight the good fight, and win the crown of righteousness. Amen.
Albert Hammatt.
August 18
O ye, so far above me on the Height,I cannot hear your voices as ye standFacing the vast, invisible to me.But I can see your gestures of delight,And something guess of that wide, glorious sea,The glimmering isles of that enchanted land,The winds which from that ocean freshly blow.And so your Vision lifts me toward the Height,Although ye have forgot me far below.But you, my brother, you, my near of kin,Who some few steps above me on the steepLook smiling back to cheer me ever on,Who lend a hand as I the chasm leap,And stay your haste that I the crag may win,Thinking it scorn for Strength to climb alone;You with your morning song when sings the lark,You, with unflagging purpose at high noon,And quiet-hearted trust when comes the dark,—To you I owe it that I climb at all.Mary Frances Wright.
O ye, so far above me on the Height,I cannot hear your voices as ye standFacing the vast, invisible to me.But I can see your gestures of delight,And something guess of that wide, glorious sea,The glimmering isles of that enchanted land,The winds which from that ocean freshly blow.And so your Vision lifts me toward the Height,Although ye have forgot me far below.But you, my brother, you, my near of kin,Who some few steps above me on the steepLook smiling back to cheer me ever on,Who lend a hand as I the chasm leap,And stay your haste that I the crag may win,Thinking it scorn for Strength to climb alone;You with your morning song when sings the lark,You, with unflagging purpose at high noon,And quiet-hearted trust when comes the dark,—To you I owe it that I climb at all.
Mary Frances Wright.
Spirit of the Infinite Life! We praise Thee that our visions of the Divinest rise far beyond the borders of our known and familiar fields, that the resources of our unwearied life are in those mysterious regions that we have not explored. And yet we rejoice that the shadows of these holy visions fall across our common ways, reporting thus from the Infinite and the unknown the possibilities of greater fortunes yet to be. In this life of Thee may we dwell, seeing Thee in the life about us and evermore seeking to lead the life toward those high places that are always waiting the coming of those who aspire toward Thee. Amen.
E. L. Rexford.
August 19
The flowers got into a debate one morning as to which of them was the flower of God: and the rose said: "I am the flower of God, for I am the fairest and the most perfect in beauty and variety of form and delicacy of fragrance of all the flowers." And the crocus said: "No, you are not the flower of God. Why, I was blooming long before you bloomed. I am the primitive flower; I am the first one." And the lily of the valley said modestly: "I am small, but I am white; perhaps I am the flower of God." And the trailing arbutus said: "Before any of you came forth I was blooming under the leaves and under the snow. Am I not the flower of God?" And all the flowers cried out: "No, you are no flower at all; you are a come-outer." And then God's wind, blowing on the garden, brought this message to them: "Little flowers, do you not know that every flower that answers God's spring call, and comes out of the cold, dark earth, and lifts its head above the sod and blooms forth, catching the sunlight from God and flinging it back to men, taking the sweet south wind from God and giving it back to others in sweet and blessed fragrance—do you not know they are all God's flowers?"
The flowers got into a debate one morning as to which of them was the flower of God: and the rose said: "I am the flower of God, for I am the fairest and the most perfect in beauty and variety of form and delicacy of fragrance of all the flowers." And the crocus said: "No, you are not the flower of God. Why, I was blooming long before you bloomed. I am the primitive flower; I am the first one." And the lily of the valley said modestly: "I am small, but I am white; perhaps I am the flower of God." And the trailing arbutus said: "Before any of you came forth I was blooming under the leaves and under the snow. Am I not the flower of God?" And all the flowers cried out: "No, you are no flower at all; you are a come-outer." And then God's wind, blowing on the garden, brought this message to them: "Little flowers, do you not know that every flower that answers God's spring call, and comes out of the cold, dark earth, and lifts its head above the sod and blooms forth, catching the sunlight from God and flinging it back to men, taking the sweet south wind from God and giving it back to others in sweet and blessed fragrance—do you not know they are all God's flowers?"
Lyman Abbott.
Our Heavenly Father, in Thy sight, there are no nations, there is no north and no south, no east and no west; there is no black and no white; Jew and Gentile, bond and free,—all are Thine. O, Lord, give us so much breadth of sympathy that we shall be able to understand at least dimly the universality of Thy love. Amen.
George L. Perin.
August 20
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!To all the sensual world proclaimOne crowded hour of glorious lifeIs worth an age without a name.Walter Scott.
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!To all the sensual world proclaimOne crowded hour of glorious lifeIs worth an age without a name.
Walter Scott.
Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men. Do not pray for tasks equal to your powers. Pray for powers equal to your tasks. Then the doing of your work shall be no miracle. But you shall be a miracle. Every day you shall wonder at yourself, at the richness of life which has come to you by the grace of God.
Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men. Do not pray for tasks equal to your powers. Pray for powers equal to your tasks. Then the doing of your work shall be no miracle. But you shall be a miracle. Every day you shall wonder at yourself, at the richness of life which has come to you by the grace of God.
Phillips Brooks.
Our Heavenly Father, we thank Thee for the rest of the night and the joy and beauty of the morning. This day we accept as a loving tribute of Thy Love to Thy children. May we not mar it by unhallowed thoughts, unkind, hasty and regretful speech and shameful and evil deeds. May ours be the illumination which comes from moral and spiritual conquest. May we feel the ties that bind us tenderly to Thee and to one another; and work for that large human brotherhood, which holds in its strong embrace even the most distant and isolated member of the human family. May we go forth to our work with a deep and abiding faith in the power of good over evil and willing to do our share in the building up of Thy kingdom of love and righteousness, peace and good will here upon earth. Amen.
Hendrik Vossema.
August 21
We learn wisdom from failure much more than from success, often discover what will do by finding out what will not do, and probably he who never made a mistake never made a discovery. Horne Tooke used to say of his studies in intellectual philosophy that he had become all the better acquainted with the country through having had the good luck sometimes to lose his way.
We learn wisdom from failure much more than from success, often discover what will do by finding out what will not do, and probably he who never made a mistake never made a discovery. Horne Tooke used to say of his studies in intellectual philosophy that he had become all the better acquainted with the country through having had the good luck sometimes to lose his way.
Samuel Smiles.
Our Father, in the strength of our nightly rest and daily bread we go forth to whatever needs us or awaits us. Nothing from Thee is too difficult for us to attempt; nothing too grievous for us to bear. Teach us how priceless is Thy gift of life, how close we are to the fountain of strength, how sure of success is every effort to bring good to pass. Reverently and believingly would we hearken to Thee in our inmost souls. Let not our failures dishearten us, or the delay of results cause chill of doubt or fear. May our presence have strength and peace for others, and our lives proclaim that Thou livest and art good to all. In the name of Christ we lift our prayer. Amen.
Samuel C. Beane.
August 22
At Bannockburn Lord Randolph Murray was being sorely pressed by a large body of cavalry. Sir James Douglas got leave from Bruce to go to his aid, but just as he came up he found the English in disorder, and many horses galloping away with empty saddles. "Halt!" he cried to his men; "These brave men have already repulsed the enemy; let us not diminish their glory by seeking to share it."
At Bannockburn Lord Randolph Murray was being sorely pressed by a large body of cavalry. Sir James Douglas got leave from Bruce to go to his aid, but just as he came up he found the English in disorder, and many horses galloping away with empty saddles. "Halt!" he cried to his men; "These brave men have already repulsed the enemy; let us not diminish their glory by seeking to share it."
William Moodie.
O God of Hosts! On many a field of battle wilt Thy soldiers fight this day. Help them to be brave and true. Give them a glorious victory. Help us who watch to give them full credit for their valor. May we not diminish by seeking to share their glory. May we not render their deeds commonplace by insisting that "It is so easy, so natural, for them to be good," implying that their struggle has not been hard or that their victories had not been what ours have proven to be. Help us, O Lord, with valor to fight our own battles and run our own race and with gratitude to be glad in others' victories. Amen.
J. Frank Chase.
August 23
The bee that sips her sweets from flowers fair,Flying on careless wing now here, now there,With azure skies above, green sward below,And soft south wind to bear her to and fro,Might seem the soul of self-devoted ease,Her life a draught of nectar without lees.Not so! Her prime is full of strenuous deedThat shames our own in generous meedOf work for other's good. Long summer daysShe builds her golden house, with guerdons staysHer Queen, uprears her young, and stores her food—Then sudden shuns her wealth, her home, her brood,And seeks new haven on an unknown sea,Leaving her life-work to posterity.Henry Hoyt Moore.
The bee that sips her sweets from flowers fair,Flying on careless wing now here, now there,With azure skies above, green sward below,And soft south wind to bear her to and fro,Might seem the soul of self-devoted ease,Her life a draught of nectar without lees.Not so! Her prime is full of strenuous deedThat shames our own in generous meedOf work for other's good. Long summer daysShe builds her golden house, with guerdons staysHer Queen, uprears her young, and stores her food—Then sudden shuns her wealth, her home, her brood,And seeks new haven on an unknown sea,Leaving her life-work to posterity.
Henry Hoyt Moore.
Gracious Father in heaven, and all about me, Thy gentleness doth ever tend to make life greater and richer. Thy providence is so wholesomely good, I would fain be completely at home in it. Thou art very gracious. Help me to be as gracious in my way as Thou art in Thy wonderful way. When I acknowledge that Thou art good and wise, there comes a joyous freedom to my spirit that makes life a sweet pleasure. I desire ever to work in the fulness of this faith without grudging, without suspecting, an open, glad and fruitful service. Oh, help me then to love my fellows more, and Thee sincerely! Amen.
Elihu Grant.
August 24
Drudgery is the gray angel of success.... Look at the leaders in the professions, the solid men in business, the master-workmen who begin as poor boys and end by building a town to house their factory-hands, they are drudges of the single aim.... "One thing I do."... Mr. Maydole, the hammer-maker of Central New York, was an artist: "Yes," he said, "I have made hammers for twenty-eight years." "Well, then you ought to be able to make a pretty good hammer by this time." "No, sir," was the answer, "I never made a pretty good hammer—I make the best hammer made in the United States."
Drudgery is the gray angel of success.... Look at the leaders in the professions, the solid men in business, the master-workmen who begin as poor boys and end by building a town to house their factory-hands, they are drudges of the single aim.... "One thing I do."... Mr. Maydole, the hammer-maker of Central New York, was an artist: "Yes," he said, "I have made hammers for twenty-eight years." "Well, then you ought to be able to make a pretty good hammer by this time." "No, sir," was the answer, "I never made a pretty good hammer—I make the best hammer made in the United States."
William C. Gannett.
O Lord, we remember our daily duties before Thee, the hard toil which Thou givest us in our manifold and various avocations, and we pray Thee that there may be in us such a confidence in our nature, such earnest obedience to Thee, we reverencing all Thy qualities and keeping Thy commands, that we shall serve Thee every day, making our life one great act of holiness unto Thee. May our continuous industry be so squared by the golden rule that it shall nicely fit with the interests of all with whom we have to do, and so by our handicraft all mankind shall be blessed. Amen.
Theodore Parker.
August 25
His larger life ye cannot missIn gladly, nobly using this.Bayard Taylor.
His larger life ye cannot missIn gladly, nobly using this.
Bayard Taylor.
There are saints enough if we only know how to find them—sainthoods of the fireside and of the market place. They wear no glory round their heads; they do their duties in the strength of God; they have their martyrdoms and win their palms, and though they get into no calendars, they leave a benediction and a force behind them on the earth when they go up to heaven.
There are saints enough if we only know how to find them—sainthoods of the fireside and of the market place. They wear no glory round their heads; they do their duties in the strength of God; they have their martyrdoms and win their palms, and though they get into no calendars, they leave a benediction and a force behind them on the earth when they go up to heaven.
Phillips Brooks.
Our Father, in Whose life are our lives, help us to use all things nobly and so find joy in Thee. We thank Thee for faithful souls who in humblest station have reflected Thy life and have worked for blessing. In Thy strength they have sought to build Thy kingdom, and though they have had no glory of men they yet have wrought for Thee and have won place in Thy heart. Because they have aided the world and others have entered into their labors their good work shall remain and its quiet influence shall be a benediction. Though they have lived obscure lives and have filled obscure places they have been precious in Thy sight and are numbered with Thy saints. May we, like them, eternally serve Thee. Amen.
George H. Young.
August 26
We can't choose happiness either for ourselves or for another; we can't tell where that will lie. We can only choose whether we will indulge ourselves in the present moment, or whether we will renounce that for the sake of obeying the divine voice within us,—for the sake of being true to all the motives that sanctify our lives. I know this belief is hard; it has slipped away from me again and again; but I have felt that if I let it go forever, I should have no light through the darkness of this life.
We can't choose happiness either for ourselves or for another; we can't tell where that will lie. We can only choose whether we will indulge ourselves in the present moment, or whether we will renounce that for the sake of obeying the divine voice within us,—for the sake of being true to all the motives that sanctify our lives. I know this belief is hard; it has slipped away from me again and again; but I have felt that if I let it go forever, I should have no light through the darkness of this life.
George Eliot.
O God, Thou knowest the hours in which we desire Thee. Thou knowest that Thou hast made us to love truth and to walk in the light and when we are unjust, unkind, unloving, then we are not true to ourselves,—then we forget that we are living souls and that Thou art our Father. Let us not draw nigh to Thee with our lips while our hearts are far from Thee, but, knowing how dependent and frail we are, may we feel that it is a good and helpful thing to draw nigh unto Thee by faith and prayer,—and to take thought of that Infinite Love which holds us all in its arms of strength and mercy. Lift up our minds today, warm our affections, and deepen within us the feeling of reverence, of gratitude, and guide all the longings of our hearts aright. Amen.
Joshua Young.
August 27
Life may be given in many ways,And loyalty to truth be sealedAs bravely in the closet as the field,So bountiful is fate;But then to stand beside her,When craven churls deride her,To front a lie in arms and not to yield,This shows, methinks, God's planAnd measure of a stalwart man,Limbed like the old heroic breeds,Who stands self-poised on manhood's solid earth,Not forced to frame excuses for his birth,Fed from within with all the strength he needs.James Russell Lowell.
Life may be given in many ways,And loyalty to truth be sealedAs bravely in the closet as the field,So bountiful is fate;But then to stand beside her,When craven churls deride her,To front a lie in arms and not to yield,This shows, methinks, God's planAnd measure of a stalwart man,Limbed like the old heroic breeds,Who stands self-poised on manhood's solid earth,Not forced to frame excuses for his birth,Fed from within with all the strength he needs.
James Russell Lowell.
Heavenly Father, in this new day may we recognize a new opportunity for seeking Thy purpose in us; to become stronger children of Thine, and worthier followers of Thy Son. Whatever be our trial give us courage to stand without compromise, for that which we believe to be true; give us grace to rise superior to praise or blame, timidity or self-interest; to be loyal to the best in us, and be ever ready to protest against wrong and injustice. Help us to know ourselves as temples of Thine; to know that the essential principal in us is not dust, but God; to rise to that dignity of sonship that compels one to choose the right and say: "Here I stand, I cannot do otherwise." In His name. Amen.
Herbert H. Graves.
August 28
All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist;Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor powerWhose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist,When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard,The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky,Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard;Enough that he heard it once: we shall hear it by and by.Robert Browning.
All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist;Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor powerWhose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist,When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard,The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky,Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard;Enough that he heard it once: we shall hear it by and by.
Robert Browning.
O God, our heavenly Father! we come before Thee at this morning hour, thanking Thee for Thy loving care, that has protected us through the night, and for the blessed sleep, that has brought refreshment to our bodies and minds. We are grateful, O Father, for this new day, rich in hope and promise and opportunity, and we pray that, as its hours pass, we may be kept very near to Thee, that the "Words of our mouth and the meditations of our heart, may be acceptable in Thy sight," that when the day is done, and we come to Thee at its close, we need in no wise to be ashamed. Amen.
Nellie Mann Opdale.
August 29
How often does the chopper of some stone,While toiling at his task of heave and shock,Find in the heart-space of a severed rockThe impress of some fern that once had grown,Full of aspiring life and color-tone,Deep in the forest where the shadows flock,Till, caught within the adamantine block,It lay for ages hidden and unknown!So many a beauteous thought blooms in the mindBut unexpressed, droops down into the soulAnd lies unuttered in the silence thereUntil some opener of the soul shall findThe fern-like fossilled dream, complete and whole,And marvel at its beauty past compare.Alfred L. Donaldson.O mighty Potter, to whose steadfast eyesA thousand years lie open as one day,Thy patient hand set firm on life's great wheelThis heavy, shapeless clay.Rough and imperfect, yet it owns Thy touch;Spare not, nor stay, the pressure of Thine hand;Make known Thy power; and soon, or late, let lovePerfect what love hath planned!Amen.L. H. Hammond.
How often does the chopper of some stone,While toiling at his task of heave and shock,Find in the heart-space of a severed rockThe impress of some fern that once had grown,Full of aspiring life and color-tone,Deep in the forest where the shadows flock,Till, caught within the adamantine block,It lay for ages hidden and unknown!So many a beauteous thought blooms in the mindBut unexpressed, droops down into the soulAnd lies unuttered in the silence thereUntil some opener of the soul shall findThe fern-like fossilled dream, complete and whole,And marvel at its beauty past compare.
Alfred L. Donaldson.
O mighty Potter, to whose steadfast eyesA thousand years lie open as one day,Thy patient hand set firm on life's great wheelThis heavy, shapeless clay.Rough and imperfect, yet it owns Thy touch;Spare not, nor stay, the pressure of Thine hand;Make known Thy power; and soon, or late, let lovePerfect what love hath planned!Amen.
L. H. Hammond.
August 30
The dark green summer, with its massive hues,Fades into Autumn's tincture manifold;A gorgeous garniture of fire and goldThe high slope of the ferny hill indues.The mists of morn in slumbering layers diffuseO'er glimmering rock, smooth lake, and spiked arrayOf hedgerow thorns a unity of gray.All things appear their tangible form to loseIn ghostly vastness. But anon the gloomMelts, as the sun puts off his muddy veil.And now the birds their twittering songs resume,All summer silent in the leafy dale.In spring they piped of love on every tree,But now they sing the song of memory.Hartley Coleridge.
The dark green summer, with its massive hues,Fades into Autumn's tincture manifold;A gorgeous garniture of fire and goldThe high slope of the ferny hill indues.The mists of morn in slumbering layers diffuseO'er glimmering rock, smooth lake, and spiked arrayOf hedgerow thorns a unity of gray.All things appear their tangible form to loseIn ghostly vastness. But anon the gloomMelts, as the sun puts off his muddy veil.And now the birds their twittering songs resume,All summer silent in the leafy dale.In spring they piped of love on every tree,But now they sing the song of memory.
Hartley Coleridge.
Ever blessed Father, in Whose pleasant world we are glad to awake again, looking forward to a happy and useful day, we beseech Thy loving guidance through these hours. May we look abroad with gratitude and love upon this beautiful earth, doubly beautiful in the waning summer time, when a new splendor comes across the hills, and Thou dost reveal Thyself, as of old, in the burning bush. Grant that we may look through nature up to nature's God. Grant that the mists of doubt and uncertainty which often hide Thee from us may be dispersed in the sunlight of a happy faith, and that the heart, so often sad and silent, may once more lift its cheerful song to Thee. Amen.
Alfred Gooding.
August 31
No rare creative inspirations throngMy quiet spirit, silent, sad and lone;No Sapphic flame hath on its altar shone;No music to my nature doth belong.Thou art the sunlight, I am Memnon's stone,Thou art the zephyr, I give back its song;The harp Æolian can do no wrongTo the soft airs which wake an answering tone:Upon my soul, Oh, then breathe tenderly;Subdue the discord, still the jarring strain;So may the harp-strings yield but melody.If notes discordant give thy keen ear pain,Set the fine chords again to harmony;Let but sweet echoes of thyself remain.Ada Foster Murray.
No rare creative inspirations throngMy quiet spirit, silent, sad and lone;No Sapphic flame hath on its altar shone;No music to my nature doth belong.Thou art the sunlight, I am Memnon's stone,Thou art the zephyr, I give back its song;The harp Æolian can do no wrongTo the soft airs which wake an answering tone:Upon my soul, Oh, then breathe tenderly;Subdue the discord, still the jarring strain;So may the harp-strings yield but melody.If notes discordant give thy keen ear pain,Set the fine chords again to harmony;Let but sweet echoes of thyself remain.
Ada Foster Murray.
O Thou Who art the source of all that is and the giver of all that makes life blessed, we thank Thee that Thy providence abides through every change and that Thou dost cheer the loneliest lot with the comfort of Thy presence. Thou hast been with us in times past and now on this last day of the summer months, we would thank Thee for the blessings of the closing season and ask for the continuance of Thy unfailing care and the enrichment of our souls with the gifts of Thy Spirit. Bring us into harmony with all that is pure and good, and enable us to walk in the light of Thy favor and in the paths of Thy commandments. Amen.
Charles H. Vail.
September 1