So here in the roar of mortal things,
I have a place where my spirit sings…

The Place of Peace, Edwin Markham

Though like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone…

There let my way appear
Steps unto heaven;
All that thou sendest me
In mercy given…

Then, with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony griefs,
Bethel I’ll raise
So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

Nearer, My God to Thee, Sarah Flowers Adams

Above the level of former years,
The mire of sin, the slough of guilty fears,
The mist of doubt, the blight of love’s decay,
O Lord of Light, lift up our hearts today.

Above the swamps of subterfuge and shame,
The deed, the thoughts that honor may not name,
The halting tongue that dare not tell the whole
O Lord of Truth, lift every Christian soul!

Above the storms that vex this lower state,
Pride, jealousy, and envy, rage and hate,
And cold mistrust, that holds e’en friends apart
O Lord of Love, lift every brother’s heart.

Lift Up Your Heart, Henry Montague Butler

When obstacles and trials seem
Like prison walls to be,
I do the little I can do,
And leave the rest to thee.

The Will of God, Frederick William Faber

All Thy works with joy surround Thee,
Earth and heaven reflect Thy rays,
Stars and angels sing around Thee,
Center of unbroken praise:
Field of forest, vale and mountain,
Flowery meadow, flashing sea,
Chanting bird and flowing fountain,
Call us to rejoice in Thee.

Thou art giving and forgiving,
Ever blessing, ever blest
Well-Spring of the joy of living,
Ocean-depth of happy rest!…

Mortals, join the mighty chorus
Which the morning stars began;
Father-love is reigning o’er us,
Brother-love binds man to man.
Ever singing march we onward,
Victors in the midst of strife;
Joyful music lifts us sunward
In the triumph song of life.

Hymn of Joy, Henry Van Dyke

For the beauty of earth,
For the beauty of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies,…

For the beauty of each hour
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree and flower,
Sun and moon, and stars of light,…

For the joy of ear and eye
For the heart and mind’s delight,
For the mystic harmony
Linking sense to sound and sight,

For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth, and friends above
For all gentle thoughts and milds,

For each perfect gift of Thine,
For our race so freely given,
Graces human and divine,
Flowers of earth, and buds of heaven,
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.

For the Beauty of the Earth, Folliot Sandford Pierpoint