Elizabeth Prentiss

"Sleep, baby, sleep! Thy fathers watching the sheep. Thy mothers shaking the dreamland tree, And down drops a little dream for thee. Sleep, baby, sleep!"

"The question is not whether you ever gave yourself to God, but whether you are His now."

"I thought that prattling boys and girls Would fill this empty room; That my rich heart would gather flowers From childhoods opening bloom.One child and two green graves are mine, This is Gods gift to me; A bleeding, fainting, broken heart— This is my gift to Thee."

"Ah, what a life is theirs who live in Christ; How vast the mystery! Reaching in height to heaven, and in its depth The unfathomed sea!"

"Cheerfully and gratefully I lay myself and all I am or own at the feet of Him who redeemed me with His precious blood, engaging to follow Him, bearing the cross He lays upon me." This is the least I can do, and I do it while my heart lies broken and bleeding at His feet."

"I am not sure that it is best for us, once safe and secure on the Rock of Ages, to ask ourselves too closely what this and that experience may signify. Is it not better to be thinking of the Rock, not of the feet that stand upon it?"