The Home Circle by Eugene Field

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Nov 14, 1892

The Home Circle.

By Eugene Field

"Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things."—Phil. 4:8.

KRONER'S BATTLE PRAYER.

FATHER! I cry to thee. Round me the billows of battle are pouring— Round me the thunders of battle are roaring; Father on high, hear thou my cry— Father, oh, lead thou me!

Father, oh, lead thou me! Lead me o'er death and its terrors victorious— See, I acknowledge thy will as all glorious; Point thou the way, lead where it may— God, I acknowledge thee.

God, I acknowledge thee. As when the dead leaves of autumn whirl round me, So, when the horrors of war would confound me, Laugh I at fear, knowing thee near— Father, oh, bless thou me!

Father, oh, bless thou me! Living or dying, waking or sleeping, Such as I am I commit to thy keeping. Frail though I be, Lord, bless thou me— Father, I worship thee.

Father, I worship thee. Not for the love of the riches that perish, But for the freedom and justice we cherish Stand we or fall, blessing thee, all— God, I submit to thee.

God, I submit to thee. Yea, though the terrors of death pass before me— Yea, with the darkness of death stealing o'er me, Lord, unto thee bend I the knee— Father, I cry to thee. —Eugene Field.