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Anna B. Warner

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Anna B. Warner (1827-1915) Overview
Anna’s fa­ther was Hen­ry War­ner, a wealthy New York C­ity law­yer. When he lost most of his for­tune in the 1837 de­press­ion, the fam­i­ly was forced to move to their sum­mer home (Good Craig) on Con­sti­tu­tion Island in the Hud­son Riv­er. It was then that Anna and her sis­ter Su­san be­gan writ­ing to earn mon­ey. They al­so con­duct­ed Bi­ble class­es for ca­dets at the near­by Mil­i­tary Acad­e­my at West Point.
A poem by Anna B. Warner 2018-01-10
“Being perplexed, I say, ‘Lord, make it right! Night is as day to Thee, Darkness as light. I am afraid to touch Things that involve so much; My trembling hand may shake, My skilless hand may break; Thine can make no mistake.’

“Being in doubt I say, ‘Lord, make it plain; Which is the true, safe way? Which would be gain? I am not wise to know, Nor sure of foot to go; What is so clear to Thee, Lord, make it clear to me!’”

One More Days Work For Jesus by Anna B. Warner 2018-05-02

One more day’s work for Jesus, One less of life for me! But Heav’n is nearer, and Christ is clearer Than yesterday, to me. His love and light fill all my soul tonight.

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One more day’s work for Jesus, One more day’s work for Jesus, One more day’s work for Jesus, One less of life for me!

One more day’s work for Jesus! How sweet the work has been, To tell the story, to show the glory, Where Christ’s flock enters in! How it did shine in this poor heart of mine.

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One more day’s work for Jesus! O yes, a weary day; But Heav’n shines clearer, and rest comes nearer, At each step of the way; And Christ in all, before His face I fall.

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O blessèd work for Jesus! O rest at Jesus’ feet! There toil seems pleasure, my wants are treasure, And pain for Him is sweet. Lord, if I may, I’ll serve another day!

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We Would See Jesus by Anna B. Warner 2018-07-21

We would see Jesus; for the shadows lengthen Across this little landscape of our life; We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthen For the last weariness, the final strife.

We would see Jesus, the great rock Foundation Whereon our feet were set with sovereign grace; Nor life nor death, with all their agitation, Can thence remove us, if we see His face.

We would see Jesus; other lights are paling, Which for long years we have rejoiced to see; The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing; We would not mourn them, for we go to Thee.

We would see Jesus; yet the spirit lingers Round the dear objects it has loved so long, And earth from earth can scarce unclasp its fingers; Our love to Thee makes not this love less strong.

We would see Jesus: sense is all too binding, And heaven appears too dim, too far away; We would see Thee, Thyself our hearts reminding What Thou hast suffered, our great debt to pay.

We would see Jesus: this is all we’re needing; Strength, joy, and willingness come with the sight; We would see Jesus, dying, risen, pleading; Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night.


 

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