There is never a day so dreary but God can make it bright,
And unto the soul that trusts Him, He giveth songs in the night.
There is never a path so hidden but God will lead the way,
If we seek for the Spirit's guidance, and patiently wait and pray.
There is never a cross so heavy but the nail-scarred hands are there,
Outstretched in tender compassion, the burden to help us bear.

 There is never a heart so broken but the loving Lord can heal,
For the Lord that was pierced on
Calvary doth still for His loved ones feel.
There is never a life so darkened, so hopeless and unblest,
But may be filled with the light of God, and enter His promised rest.
There is never a sin or sorrow, there is never a care or loss,
But that we may bring to Jesus, and leave at the foot of the cross.

Cilia M. Alexander



I supposed I knew my Bible,
Reading piecemeal, hit and miss, Now a bit of John or Matthew,
Now a snatch of Genesis, Certain chapters of Isaiah,
Certain Psalms (the twenty third), Twelfth of Romans, first of Proverbs­
Yes, I thought I knew the Word. But I found that thorough reading
Was a different thing to do, And the way was unfamiliar
When I read the Bible through.

You who like to play at Bible, Dip and dabble here and there,
Just before you kneel a-weary,
And yawn through a hurried prayer;
You who treat the crown of writings As you treat no other book­
Just a paragraph disjointed, Just a crude impatient look­
Try a worthier procedure, Try a broad and steady view;
You will kneel in very rapture When you read the Bible through.


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