Plain Words for Christ, Being a Series of Readings for Working Men — John Shaqi
Plain Words for Christ, Being a Series of Readings for Working MenDutton, Reginald G.
Religion
Plain Words for Christ, Being a Series of Readings for Working Men
Dutton, Reginald G.
Christian life; Religion
And to all who read this book, whether their work lie in the farm, in
the counting-house, in the barracks, or on board ship, my last words are
the same; the great secret of example is purity of heart and life.
Never do anything or say anything that you would be ashamed for God to
hear. And if you yourself have never thought how little it would profit
you to gain the whole world, and lose your own soul, I beseech you not
to let another sun go down before you think out that great question.
*HOME.*
"Friend,--when in trial and suffering,
Where dost thou find thy home?
Where in thy pain canst thou seek relief,
Where in thy sorrows come?
Where from the world’s rude conflict
Canst thou find a calm retreat?
Where learn afresh with courage
Thy trials and sorrows to meet?
Where is thy shield from adversity’s dart?
Friend, thy _home_ is a loved one’s heart.
Man,--when thy heart is torn with grief,
When thy hopes are for ever gone,
When adversity’s cloud hangs over thy head,
And earth’s troubles weigh thee down,--
When those whom thou lovest have turned away,
And cruelly slighted thee,--
When thy heart is crushed, and thy joys are gone,--
For shelter, oh! where canst thou flee?
Man, though from comfort on earth thou’rt driven,
Thy home and thy joys are with God in Heaven."
_L. Jewitt._
Home! What a word that is. Is there any word like it? Any that brings
so much joy, or so much sorrow, into the human breast? The fisherman
who has toiled all night and caught nothing, looks anxiously for dawn,
because he knows that then he will return home to wife and children. The
sailor, toiling over the endless sea, rejoices as he thinks that each
moment he is nearing home. The labourer in the fields is glad when the
hot sun sinks towards the west, because it is nearly time to go home.
The boy at school longs for the holidays to come because it means home,
and to him home is everything. The weary traveller, well-nigh dead with
fatigue, who sees his distant home from the top of a neighbouring hill,
gathers fresh strength from the sight to continue his journey.
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