What God Hath Promised

What God Hath Promised

God hath not promised

Skies always blue,

Flower strewn pathways

All our lives through;

God hath not promised

Sun without rain,

Joy without sorrow,

Peace without pain.

But God hath promised

Strength for the day,

Rest for the labor,

Light for the way,

Grace for the trials,

Help from above,

Unfailing sympathy,

Undying love.



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Drop a pebble in the water,

And its ripples reach out far;

And the sunbeams dancing on them

May reflect them to a star.

Give a smile to someone passing,

Thereby making his morning glad;

It may greet you in the evening

When your own heart may be sad.

Do a deed of simple kindness;

Though its end you may not see,

It may reach, like widening ripples,

Down a long eternity.


When Little Boys Pray

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When little boys kneel by their beds

And fold their hands and bow their heads

And shut their eyes and start to pray

I don’t think God is far away.

I think He listens with intent

To any message that is sent

By little boys who kneel at night;

I think God tries with all His might

To answer prayers that small boys make

In His Son’s name, for His Son’s sake.

-Gates Hebbard

Far- Sighted

A farmer was walking over his farm with a friend, exhibiting his crops, herds of cattle, and flocks of sheep. His friend was greatly impressed and highly pleased, especially with the splendid sheep. He had seen the same breed frequently before, but never had seen such fine specimens. With great earnestness he asked how he had succeeded in rearing such flocks. His simple answer was “I take care of my lambs.”– Scottish Magazine.

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The Teacher’s Prayer

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My scholars all for Jesus-

This be my earnest prayer,

For they are souls immortal,

Entrusted to my care;

For each the Master careth,

I long so much for each,

Grant, Lord, the Heavenly wisdom

These wayward hearts to reach.

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My girls, light-headed, thoughtless,

On trifling things intent,

These cost a priceless ransom,

On these my care be spent,

That each a willing handmaid,

Be brought to own her Lord,

“What e’er He says, to do it,”

Obedient to His Word.

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My boys I want for Jesus—

My wayward wandering boys,

So full of life and mischief,

So charmed by early joys.

For them the Saviour suffered,

For them His life was given,

Lord, by that holy ransom,

Bring all my boys to Heaven.

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Lord, be in every lesson

Bless every faltering word

My trembling lips may utter,

To bring them to the Lord.

So fleeting are the moments

Of opportunity!

O Jesus, Lord and Saviour,

Bring all my class to Thee.