My Guide There is no path in this desert waste; For the winds have swept the shifting sands, The trail is blind where the storms have raced, And a stranger, I, in these fearsom lands. But I journey on with a lightsome tread; I do not falter nor turn aside, For I see his figure just ahead---- He knows the way---my Guide. There is no path in this trackless sea; No map is lined on the restless waves; The ocean snares are strange to me Where the unseen wind in its fury raves; But it matters not; my sails are set, And my swift prow tosses the seas aside, For the changeless stars are steadfast yet, And I sail by His star-blazed trail---my Guide There is no way in this starless night; There is naught but cloud in the inky skies; The black night smothers me, left and right, I stare with a blind man's straining eyes. But my steps are firm, for I cannot stray; The path to my feet seems light and wide; For I hear his voice--- "I am the way!" And I sing as I follow him on---my Guide                              Robert J. Burdette, 1844-1914   Jesus,  Refuge of the Weary Jesus, refuge of the weary, Treasure of the spirit's love, Fountain in life's desert dreary, Saviour from the world above; O how oft Thine eye's, offended, Gaze upon the sinners fall! Yet upon the cross extended, Thou didst bear the pain of all. Do we pass the cross unheeding, Breathing no repentant vow, Though we see Thee, wounded, bleeding, See Thy thorn-enriched brow! Yet Thy sinless death has brought us Life eternal, peace and rest; Only what Thy grace has taught us Calms the sinner's stormy breast Jesus, may our heart be burning With more fervent love for Thee! May our eyes be ever turning To Thy cross of agony; Till in glory, parted never From the blessed Saviour's side' Graven in our hearts forever, Dwell the cross, the Crucified.                        Girolamo Savonarola, 1452-1498