Amy Carmichael Archive

1 Eternal Love, we have no good to bring Thee, No single good of all our hands have wrought, No worthy music have we found to sing Thee, No jewelled word, no quick up soaring thought. 2 And yet we come; and when …

1 For sunrise hope and sunset calm, and all that lies between, For all the sweetness and the balm that is and that has been, For comradeship for peace in strife, and light on darkened days; For work to do and strength for …