My Goal is God Himself by Frances Brook
My goal is God Himself, not joy, nor peace,
Nor even blessing, but Himself, my God;
‘Tis His to lead me there—not mine, but His—
At any cost, dear Lord, by any road.
So faith bounds forward to its goal in God, And love can trust her Lord to lead her there; Upheld by Him, my soul is following hard Till God hath full fulfilled my deepest prayer.
No matter if the way be sometimes dark, No matter though the cost be oft-times great, He knoweth how I best shall reach the mark, The way that leads to Him must needs be strait.
One thing I know, I cannot say Him nay; One thing I do, I press towards my Lord; My God my glory here, from day to day, And in the glory there my great Reward.
My Home is God Himself by Frances Brook
- My home is God Himself; Christ brought me there, And bade me dwell in Him, rejoicing there; He bore me where no foot but His hath trod, Within the holiest at home with God. O holy place! O home divinely fair! And we, God’s little ones, abiding there.
- A long, long road I traveled night and day, And sought to find within myself some way, Aught I could do, or feel to bring me near; Self effort failed, and I was filled with fear, And then I found Christ was the only way That I must come to Him and in Him stay.
- O wondrous place! O home divinely fair! And I, God’s little one, safe hidden there. Lord, as I dwell in Thee and Thou in me, So make me dead to everything but Thee; That as I rest within my home most fair, I’ll share my God in all and everywhere.