(Written on the death of one of Brigham Young’s wives by Eliza R. Snow)

Mary’s gone — she’s gone: but wither?
To the paradise of love:
Gone to mingle in the circle
Of our friends who dwell above.

Did they not rejoice to meet her?
They had sent for her to come,
And were waiting to receive her —
She was freely welcom’d home.

There she is a gem of honor;
Yes, a gem of precious worth:
She will there increase the glory
Of her kindred on the earth.

Tho’ she’s gone from us, she’s moving
In a more exalted sphere:
And while she is made more happy
Do we well to shed a tear?

Could we for one passing moment
Death’s dark mystery unfold —
Could we draw aside the curtain,
And eternity behold,

We should chide our grief & sorrow
And suppress each rising sigh;
And rejoice in death, the portal
Op’ning to the worlds on high.

Therefore, bow in sweet submission.
God has chasten’d you in love;
You will yet rejoice with Mary
In the royal courts above.

The Wonder of the Story
Charles Irvin Junkin

O the wonder of the story
Of the night so long ago,
In the glimmer of the starlight
And the whiteness of the snow,
When the little Prince of Judah
In His beauty came to birth,
While the angels sang His glory
And His sweetness filled the earth!

O the wonder of the story,
Of the gladness none can tell,
When the shepherds saw the rising
Of the Star of Israel,
And a light from out the manger,
Reaching far and waxing strong
Till it touched the darkened shadows
And the world was wrapt in song!

O the wonder of the story,
Of the tender joy supreme!

O the mystery of loving
And the sweetness of the dream!
For the little head was pillowed
On a Mother’s loving breast,
And the Father’s little children
They shall find the perfect rest!

All Are Vocal With His Name
Phillips Brooks

The silent skies are full of speech
For who hath ears to hear;
The winds are whispering each to each,
The moon is calling to the beach,
And stars their sacred wisdom teach
Of faith and love and fear.

But once the sky the silence broke
And song o’erflowed the earth;
The midnight air with glory shook,
And angels mortal language spoke,
When God our human nature took
In Christ, the Savior’s birth.

And Christmas once is Christmas still;
The gates through which he came,
And forests’ wild and murmuring rill,
And fruitful field and breezy hill,
And all that else the wide world fill
Are vocal with his name.

Shall we not listen while they sing
This latest Christmas morn;
And music hear in everything,
And faithful lives in tribute bring
To the great song which greets the King,
Who comes when Christ is born?

There’s a Song in the Air
Josiah G. Holland

There’s a song in the air!
There’s a star in the sky!
There’s a Mother’s deep prayer,
And a baby’s low cry!
And the star rains its fire while the beautiful sing,
For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King.

There’s a tumult of joy
O’er the wonderful birth,
For the Virgin’s sweet Boy
Is the Lord of the earth.
Ay! The star rains its fire while the beautiful sing,
For the manger of Bethlehem cradles a King!

In the light of the star
Lie the ages impearled;
And that song from afar
Has swept over the world.
Every heart is aflame, and the beautiful sing

In the homes of the nations that Jesus is King!

We rejoice in the light,
And we echo the song
That comes down through the night
From the heavenly throng.
Ay! We shout to the lovely evangel they bring,
And we greet in His cradle our Savior and King!

Thou Whose Birth
A. C. Swinburne

Thou whose birth on earth
Angels sang to men,
While the stars made mirth,
Savior, at thy birth
This day born again.

As this night was bright
With thy cradle-ray,
Very light of light,
Turn the wild world’s night
To thy perfect day.

Bid our peace increase
Thou that madest morn,
Bid oppressions cease;
Bid the night be peace
Bid the day be born.

My Gift
Eugene Field

Nor crown, nor robe, nor spice I bring
As offering unto Christ, my King.
Yet have I brought a gift the Child
May not despise, however small;
For here I lay my heart today,
And it is full of love to all.
Take Thou the poor but loyal thing,
My only tribute, Christ, my King!

What Can I Give Him?
Christina Georgina Rossetti

What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb.
If I were a Wise Man
I would do my part,
Yet what can I give Him?
Give my heart.”

Loving Father, help us remember the birth of Jesus, that we may share in the song of the angels, the gladness of the shepherds, and the worship of the wise men.

Close the door of hate and open the door of love all over the world.

Let kindness come with every gift and good desires with every greeting.

Deliver us from evil by the blessing which Christ brings, and teach us to be merry with clear hearts.

May the Christmas morning make us happy to be Thy children, and the Christmas evening bring us to our beds with grateful thoughts, forgiving and forgiven, for Jesus’ sake, Amen!

Robert Louis Stevenson

Christmas Within
Phillips Brooks

Then let every heart
Keep its Christmas within,
Christ’s pity for sorrow,
Christ’s hatred for sin,
Christ’s care for the weakest,
Christ’s courage for right,
Christ’s dread for darkness,
Christ’s love of the light,
Everywhere, everywhere,
Christmas tonight!

If Easter Be Not True
Henry H. Barstow

If Easter be not true,
Then all the lilies low must lie;
The Flanders poppies fade and die;
The spring must lose her fairest bloom
For Christ were still within the tomb
If Easter be not true.

If Easter be not true,
The faith must mount on broken wing;
Then hope no more immortal spring;
Then love must lose her mighty urge;
Life prove a phantom, death a dirge
If Easter be not true.

If Easter be not true,
‘Twere foolishness the cross to bear;
He died in vain Who suffered there;
What matter though we laugh or cry,
Be good or evil, live or die,
If Easter be not true?

If Easter be not true
But it _is_ true, and Christ is risen!
And mortal spirit from its prison
Of sin and death with Him may rise!
Worth while the struggle, sure the prize,
Since Easter, aye, is true!

(From the Smile Posts of Satisfaction)

O, Thou by whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way!
The path of prayer Thyself hast trod;
Lord teach us how to pray.

Each day I pray, God give me strength anew
To do the task I do not wish to do;
To yield obedience, not asking why;
To love and own the truth, and scorn the lie;

To look a cold world in the face;
To cheer for those who pass me in the race;
To bear my burdens gaily, unafraid;
To lend a hand to those who need my aid;

To measure what I am, by what I give —
God give me strength that I may rightly live!

Torch of Love
Delores Dahl

Love begins within you.
A tiny spark will do.
Gently, gently, blow and blow
with bits of peace and true.

And fan it with your patience,
and shield it from the night.
and tender it with gentleness,
and very soon, your light…

Will be a raging fire.
The spark will be a flame.
And you’ll become a torch of love.
You’ll never be the same.

Hymn #76

God of our fathers, we come unto thee,
Children of those whom thy truth has made free.
Grant us the joy of thy presence today;
Never from thee let us stray!

Grateful for all that thy bounty imparts,
Praises we offer with voices and hearts.
Life of our being and sun of our day,
Never from thee let us stray!

Blest with the gifts of the gospel of peace,
Dwelling in Zion, whose light shall increase,
Led by the priesthood along the bright way,
Never from thee let us stray!

Strengthened by thee for the conflict with sin,
Onward we’ll press till life’s battle we’ll win;
Then in thy glory for ever we’ll stay;
Never from thee let us stray!

Jesu Son of God, born of Mary;
Who upon the cross was crucified,
Thou hast suffered to redeem us,
For man Thou has bled and died.

Thou, Our Savior, whose side was wounded,
Who our griefs and sorrows bore,
Lord, have mercy on us, Thy children,
Enfold us in Thy loving care,

O God of life, whose spirit wakes
In every human breast,
Whom love, and love alone, can know,
In whom all hearts find rest,

Help us to spread Thy gracious reign
Till greed and hate shall cease
And kindness dwell in human hearts
And all the earth find peace!

Edgar A. Guest

Fate handed the quitter a bump and he dropped–
The road seemed too rough to go, so he stopped;
He thought of his hurt, and there came to his mind
The easier path he was leaving behind;
“Oh, it’s all much too hard,” said the quitter right then;
“I’ll stop where I am and not try it again.”
He sat by the road and he made up his tale,
To tell when men asked why he happened to fail.
A thousand excuses flew up to his tongue,
And these on the thread of his story he strung,
But the truth of the matter he didn’t admit–
He never once said, “I was frightened and quit.”
Whenever the quitter sits down by the road
And drops from the struggle to lighten his load,
He can always recall to his own peace of mind
A string of excuses for falling behind;
But somehow or other, he can’t think of one
Good reason for battling and going right on.
Oh, when the bump comes and fate hands you a jar,
Don’t baby yourself, whoever you are,
Don’t pity yourself and talk over your woes,
Don’t think up excuses for dodging the blows,
But stick to the battle and see the thing through,
And don’t be a quitter, whatever you do.

St. Anatolius

Fierce was the wild billow,
Dark was the night,
Oars labored heavily,
Foam glimmered white.
Trembled the mariners,
Peril was nigh,
Then saith the God of God,
“Peace! It is I!”
Ridge of the mountain wave,
Lower thy crest,
Wail of Euroclydon,
Be Thou at rest;
Sorrow can never be,
Darkness must fly,
When saith the Light of Light,
“Peace! It is I!”
Jesu, Deliverer,
Come Thou to me,
Soothe Thou my voyaging
Over life’s sea;
Thou, when the storm of death
Roars sweeping by,
Whisper, O Truth of Truth,
“Peace! It is I!”

Elizabeth Cushing Taylor

We do not see the wind,
We only hear it sigh;
It makes the grasses bend
whenever it goes by.
We do not see God’s love,
But in our hearts we know
He watches over us
Wherever we may go.
We do not have to see
To know the wind is here;
We do not have to see
To know God’s love is near.

Michael Dubina

If you would give a gift to Jesus–
Give it to the poor of earth;
If you would serve His love and missions–
Serve by deeds of Christian worth;
If you would give Him gifts of comfort–
Comfort others, with His Grace;
If you would dry His tears of sorrow–
Dry them on another’s face.
Every act of love and kindness
You bestow on one, in need,
Is a precious gift to Jesus
And a service, in His creed.
Give of heart and hand and spirit
Every gift you can afford
For–in giving unto others–
You are giving to the Lord

Hymn #123

Oh, may my soul commune with thee
And find thy holy peace;
From worldly care and pain of fear,
Please bring me sweet release.

Oh, bless me when I worship thee
To keep my heart in tune,
That I may hear thy still, small voice,
And, Lord, with thee commune.

Enfold me in thy quiet hour
And gently guide my mind
To seek thy will, to know thy ways,
And thy sweet Spirit find.

Lord, grant me thy abiding love
And make my turmoil cease.
Oh, may my soul commune with thee
And find thy holy peace.

Anonymous; a favorite of President Heber J. Grant

Let each man learn to know himself;
To gain that knowledge let him labor
To improve those failings in himself
Which he condemns so in his neighbor.

How lenient our own faults we view,
And conscience’s voice adeptly smother;
Yet, oh, how harshly we review
The selfsame failings in another!

And if you meet an erring one
Whose deeds are blamable and thoughtless,
Consider, ere you cast the stone,
If you yourself are pure and faultless.

Oh, list to that small voice within,
Whose whisperings oft make men confounded,
And trumpet not another’s sin;
You’d blush deep if your own were sounded.

And in self-judgment if you find
Your deeds to others are superior,
To you has Providence been kind,
As you should be to those inferior.

Example sheds a genial ray
Of light which men are apt to borrow;
So first improve yourself today
And then improve your friends tomorrow.

Feed My Lambs
Donald H.Ripplinger

Feed my lambs if thou lovest me;
Lead them tenderly tenderly as I led when in Galilee.
Feed my lambs and know that I love thee;
Kind and gentle were His words, “Come unto me”

Feed my lambs if thou lovest me;
Lead them tenderly as I led when in Galilee.
Feed my lambs and know that I love thee;
Kind and gentle were his words, “Come unto me.”

Simon heard the question “Does thou love me?’
He replied, “Thou knowest Lord that I love thee.”
A second time the question, and then thrice it came,
And being grieved, he said “Thou know’st that I love thee.”

Then Jesus said, “Feed my lambs if thou if thou lovest me;
Lead them tenderly as I led when in Galilee.
Feed my lambs and know that I love thee;”
Kind and gentle were His words, “Come unto me.”

Then someone asked “O woman, why the weeping now?
Whom seekest thou within the darkened tomb?”
“They’ve born my master hence, I know not where He lay.”
He spoke her name and Mary wept and understood.

She heard Him say. “Feed my lambs if thou lovest me,
Lead them tenderly as I led when in Galilee.
Feed my lambs and know that I love thee.”
Kind and gentle are these words, “Come unto me.”

“Feed my lambs and bring them safely unto me.”

… The collector of these poems is unknown


2 Responses to Poems

  1. John E. Reedy says:

    Hi! Does : “Jesu, Son of God” have any more verses as far as you know? Please leave a message. Thanks! Sincerely, John.

    • Allen says:

      That’s a good question, John. I don’t know. I did a google on the title, hoping I could find the words to the song, but only one site had an image of the sheet music; that image only showed one verse.

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