pathway

pathway
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
 My script of joy, immortal diet,
My bottle of salvation.
 My gown of glory, hopes true gauge,
And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.

~Sir Walter Raleigh

 A hiker, walking for pleasure, likes to choose between several alluring trails.
The pilgrim desires only the road that leads home.

~Frank W. Boreham

Saturday, April 23, 2011

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What Thou, my Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners' gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! 'Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy Grace...

What language can I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend.
For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,
Lord , let me never, never, outlive my love to Thee....
~Bernard of Clairvaux, trans. Paul Gerhardt.



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2 comments:

  1. ~SueApril 23, 2011 at 10:41 AM

    The last line, "Lord, let me never, never, outlive my love to Thee...."
    I have not before seen such an inner thought of mine put so well

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  2. JuliaApril 23, 2011 at 4:31 PM

    Last verse has always been my favorite.

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