Christ Never Asks Us To Give Up

The Lintel Low Enough To Keep Out Pomp And Pride; The Threshold High Enough To Turn Deceit Aside; The Doorband Strong Enough From Robbers To Defend; This Door Will Open At A Touch To Welcome Every Friend.

A Little While The Rose, And After That The Thorn; An Hour Of Dewy Morn, And Then The Glamour Goes. Ah, Love In Beauty Born, A Little While The Rose!

Peace Without Justice Is A Low Estate,— A Coward Cringing To An Iron Fate! But Peace Through Justice Is The Great Ideal,— We'll Pay The Price Of War To Make It Real.

A Peace That Depends On Fear Is Nothing But A Suppressed War.

A Friend Is What The Heart Needs All The Time.