Hymnwriters from Scotland

"Thou must be true thyself, If thou the truth wouldst teach; Thy soul must overflow, if thou Another's soul would'st reach! It needs the overflow of heart To give the lips full speech.Think truly, and thy thoughts Shall the world's famine feed; Speak truly, and each word of thine Shall be a fruitful seed; Live truly, and thy life shall be A great and noble creed."

"In the day of prosperity we have many refuges to resort to; in the day of adversity, only one."

"Yes, for me, for me He careth With a brother's tender care; Yes, with me, with me He shareth Every burden, every fear."

"Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; For toil comes rest, for exile, home; Soon shalt thou hear the bridegroom's voice, The midnight peal: "Behold, I come.""

"Up, then, with speed, and work; Fling ease and self away — This is no time for thee to sleep — Up, watch, and work, and pray!"

"Beyond the smiling and the weeping, I shall be soon; Beyond the waking and the sleeping, Beyond the sowing and the reaping, I shall be soon! Love, rest, and home — Sweet hope! Lord, tarry not, but come!"

"Fade, fade, each earthly joy; Jesus is mine! Break every earthly tie; Jesus is mine; Dark is the wilderness; Earth has no resting-place; Jesus alone can bless; Jesus is mine."

"Thus while I journey on, my Lord to meet, My thoughts and meditations are so sweet, Of Him on whom I lean, my strength, my stay, I can forget the sorrows of the way."

"Thy way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be! Lead me by Thine own hand; Choose out the path for me."

"Less, less of self each day, And more, my God, of Thee!"

"Sincerity and truth form the basis of every virtue. Be what thou seemest; live thy creed; Hold up to earth the torch divine; Be what thou prayest to be made; Let the great Master's steps be thine."

"How fast we learn in the day of sorrow! Scripture shines out in a new effulgence; every verse seems to contain a sunbeam, every promise stands out in illuminated splendor; things hard to be understood become in a moment plain."

"Nature's prime favourites were the Pelicans; High-fed, long-lived, and sociable and free."

"Nimbly they seized and secreted their prey, Alive and wriggling in the elastic net, Which Nature hung beneath their grasping beaks; Till, swoln with captures, the unwieldy burden Clogg'd their slow flight, as heavily to land, These mighty hunters of the deep return'd. There on the cragged cliffs they perch'd at ease, Gorging their hapless victims one by one; Then full and weary, side by side, they slept, Till evening roused them to the chase again."

"The nursery of brooding Pelicans, The dormitory of their dead, had vanish'd, And all the minor spots of rock and verdure, The abodes of happy millions, were no more."

"When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies)."

"Gashed with honourable scars, Low in Glory's lap they lie; Though they fell, they fell like stars, Streaming splendour through the sky."

"Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea."

"Once, in the flight of ages past, There lived a man."

"Counts his sure gains, and hurries back for more."

"Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive."

"Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past."

"Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past; At once the fountain, stream, and sea, They were, they are, they yet shall be."

"Friend after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end."

"Nor sink those stars in empty night: They hide themselves in heaven's own light."

"'T is not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die."

"Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love."

"Night is the time to weep, To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory where sleep The joys of other years."

"Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?"

"Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home."

"If God hath made this world so fair, Where sin and death abound, How beautiful beyond compare Will paradise be found!"

"Return unto thy rest, my soul, From all the wanderings of thy thought, From sickness unto death made whole, Safe through a thousand perils brought."

"Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed,— The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast."

"Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near."

"Hymns should have unity,graduation and mutual dependence in the thoughts,a conscious progress,a sense of completeness..and be easily understood."

"When to the cross I turn my eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice, I must remember Thee."

"Baptize the nations! far and nigh, The triumphs of the cross record The name of Jesus glorify, Till every people call Him Lord."

"As a poet Montgomery stands well to the front. His poetic genius was of a high order."

"Last words: "Peace! Joy!""

"Haste thee on from grace to glory, Armed by faith and winged by prayer, Heaven's eternal day's before thee; God's own hand shall guide thee there."

"A scrip on my back, and a staff in my hand, I march on in haste through an enemy's land; The road may be rough, but it cannot be long; And I'll smooth it with hope, and I'll cheer it with song."

"I need Thy presence every passing hour; What, but Thy grace, can foil the tempter's power? Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me!"

"Teach me. Lord, my true condition; Bring me childlike to Thy knee; Stripped of every low ambition, Willing to be led by Thee."

"Let good or ill befall, It must be good for me,— Secure of having Thee in all, Of having all in Thee."

"Now Spring returns; but not to me returns."

"In every pang that rends the heart The Man of Sorrows had a part"

"'Tis very vain for me to boast How small a price my Bible cost, The day of judgment will make clear 'Twas very cheap — or very dear,"

"Jesus did ALL the saving-work. He brought the cross to our level. Get saved by looking to Him, and then live to God."

"Stand up from among the dead, and patiently work as one waiting for the judgment-seat of Christ."

"Take the lost sinner's place, and claim the lost sinner's Saviour."

"One look outward to Jesus and you are saved; not a look inward to a feeling that can give nothing but despair to the conscientious soul."

"Virtuous or vile, decent or indecent, rich or poor, receive and rest upon Christ nim. as He is so freely offered you; and then you may believe (not feel) that your sins are in the depths of the sea."

"He came down even to the grave, and .became the dead One for me. I believe in Him, and, as one with Him, I leap at one bound straight out of my grave up to His throne. " I am crucified with Christ; nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me." This is not a matter of feeling, but all a matter of faith, merely apprehending the grace of God, "I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave Himself for me.""

"We are not saved on account of the Holy Ghost's work in us; we are saved by means of it. We are saved on account of Christ's work for us. The Spirit never tells us to look iiiwara even to His own operations, for peace, but outward to Christ."

"Resist is the word applied to the unconverted. Grieve is that applied to the individual Christian. Quench is that which has reference to the saints when gathered together waiting on the Spirit."

"Bring your ignorance to the Holy Spirit, the great teacher, who by His precious truth will lead you into all truth."

"A brother in the Lord could never get a young lady to think about eternity until he quoted this text: "The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God." That word forget seemed to haunt her. May it haunt you, dear reader."

"The law showed what man ought to be. Christ showed what man is, and what God is."

"Yes! I could find some comfort in the thought Of being scourged, Were there but hope that this defiling sin Which mars my life, and taints my heart within Could so be purged, And I might live, in virtue of the rod, The life in God."

"O to be like my Lord! Yet must I be Mine own self too, And to the nature He bestowed on me Be frankly true.The olive fruits not as the clustering vine; Nor may we get Scent of the rose or lily from woodbine, Or violet."