...possible with God. While proudly disregarding the light of revelation, philosophy can but stumble, even " Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God." Bat the man who feels after the great Revealer " if haply he may find him," is not left to walk in...

...She often brings but one lo bear, I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord...

...truths being brought to light. In any case, however, the knowledge only carries us back a step or two " Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God." If the chemist, the statist, the astronomer, lose themselves — as they delight to do — in the inquiry...

...She often brings but one to bear ; I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my wait of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs, That slope through darkness up to God ; I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord...

...unseen God keep« ? and— " Faltering where he firmly trod, And fulling 'neath his weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs, . That slope through darkness up to God," is it any wonder if he longs for some personal manifestation of God, euch ai takes place in Christ...

...She often brings but one to bear ; I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God ; I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord...

...She often brings but one to bear ; I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God ; I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord...

...death — one more example of hope blighted, of promise unfulfilled, one more manifestation ofthat mysterious Providence, whose ways baffle our ken,...neglected, and gifts abused ? Their sun went down 'ere noon ; his sun struggled on through cloud and storm to eventide. We all know the proverb, nil malí de moríais...

...brown, on kindred brows. * # * * I falter where I firmly trod, And, falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God ; I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord...

...brown, on kindred brows. * * # * I falter where I firmly trod, And, falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God ; I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord...