Character and Conduct – 12 September – Crossing the Bar
Say not Good Night, but in some brighter clime
Bid me Good Morning!
Say not Good Night, but in some brighter clime
Bid me Good Morning!
For, though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
MOST persons have died before they expire – died to all earthly longings, so that the last breath is only, as it were, the locking of the door of the already deserted mansion.
LORD, make me one with Thine own faithful ones,
Thy Saints who love Thee, and are loved by Thee;
Till the day break and till the shadows flee,
And when the sunset gates unbar,
Shall I not see thee waiting stand,
And, white against the evening star,
The welcome of thy beckoning hand?
Sometimes, even though we think we have all the answers, it is the foreigners and the despised and rejected who show us how to believe and behave.
I WITH uncovered head
Salute the sacred dead,
Who went and who return not. Say not so!
It is becoming clear to us that we are literally parts of others and they of us.
NOTHING is left or lost, nothing of good
Or lovely; but whatever its first springs
Has drawn from God, returns to Him again.
PARTING and forgetting? What faithful heart can do these? Our great thoughts, our great affections, the Truths of our life, never leave us.