ich he spoke of the weariness
he felt after the tasks of an arduous day, but of the joy that his soul
experienced in serving the Master. The first stanza reads:
One more day's work for Jesus,
One less of life for me!
But heaven is nearer,
And Christ is dearer
Than yesterday, to me;
His love and light
Fill all my soul tonight.
Although the two Warner sisters lived in a corner apart from the busy
world, they made their influence felt in widespread circles. They felt a
particular responsibility in reference to the many thousands of young men
from all parts of the United States who were being trained at West Point
for service in the army, and for many years they conducted a Bible class
for the cadets.
Military honors were accorded each of the sisters when they were buried.
Anna Warner was ninety-five years old when she died in 1915.
A Famous Christmas Carol
O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie;
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy darkness shineth
The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.
For Christ is born of Mary,
And gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.
How silently, how silently,
The wondrous Gift is given!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His heaven.
No ear may hear His coming,
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive Him still,
The dear Christ enters in.
O holy Child of Bethlehem!
Descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin, and enter in,
Be born in us today.
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell:
O come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord Immanuel!
Phillips Brooks, 1868.
PHILLIPS BROOKS AND HIS CAROLS
Phillips Brooks was a great man. Not only was he a giant in stature, but
he possessed a great mind and a great heart. Also, he was a great
preacher--one of America's greatest--and he just missed being a great
poet. Indeed, the flashes of poetic genius revealed in the few verses he
wrote indicate that he might ha
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