Cecil Frances Alexander QuotesCecil Frances Alexander was an Anglo-Irish hymnwriter and poet.
How rarely boyhood loves to paint in glowing tints his future bright, a picture where no line is faint–whose very clouds are touch’d with light. And girlhood hails a world unknown and reads it in her own glad dreams, as lilies see themselves alone reflected in their azure streams. But rosy clouds that morning brings, ere noon may deepen into thunder–and life’s dark stream has sterner things than silver lilies growing under.
We praise Thee, Lord, of all the earth, for love and joy, for light and mirth, for every charm of sense and right, and blessings boundless as Thy might…. But most we praise the love that gave thine own dear Son to seek and save, for joy all other joys excelling, for purest light and life indwelling.
Souls in heathen darkness lying, where no light has broken through, souls that Jesus bought by dying, whom his soul in travail knew…. Haste, o haste and spread the tidings, let no shore be left untrod, no lost brother’s bitter chidings haunt us from the further sod; tell the heathen all the precious truths of God.