Horatius Bonar

thumb|Horatius Bonar Horatius Bonar (December 19, 1808 – May 31, 1889) was a Scottish churchman and poet. Quotes Thou must be true thyself,If thou the truth wouldst teach;Thy soul must overflow, if thouAnother's soul would'st reach!It needs the overflow of heartTo give the lips full speech.Think truly, and thy thoughtsShall the world's famine feed;Speak truly, and each word of thineShall be a fruitful seed;Live truly, and thy life shall beA great and noble creed. "Be True," from Hymns of Faith and Hope (1867) Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895) Quotes reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895). In the day of prosperity we have many refuges to resort to; in the day of adversity, only one. P. 7. Yes, for me, for me He carethWith a brother's tender care;Yes, with me, with me He sharethEvery burden, every fear. P. 93. Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice;For toil comes rest, for exile, home;Soon shalt thou hear the bridegroom's voice,The midnight peal: "Behold, I come." P. 125. Up, then, with speed, and work;Fling ease and self away —This is no time for thee to sleep —Up, watch, and work, and pray! P. 206. Beyond the smiling and the weeping,I shall be soon;Beyond the waking and the sleeping,Beyond the sowing and the reaping,I shall be soon!Love, rest, and home —Sweet hope! Lord, tarry not, but come! P. 308. Fade, fade, each earthly joy;Jesus is mine!Break every earthly tie;Jesus is mine;Dark is the wilderness;Earth has no resting-place;Jesus alone can bless;Jesus is mine. P. 399. Thus while I journey on, my Lord to meet,My thoughts and meditations are so sweet,Of Him on whom I lean, my strength, my stay,I can forget the sorrows of the way. P. 434. Thy way, not mine, O Lord,However dark it be!Lead me by Thine own hand;Choose out the path for me. P. 511. Less, less of self each day,And more, my God, of Thee! P. 538. Sincerity and truth form the basis of every virtue.Be what thou seemest; live thy creed;Hold up to earth the torch divine;Be what thou prayest to be made;Let the great Master's steps be thine. P. 553. How fast we learn in the day of sorrow! Scripture shines out in a new effulgence; every verse seems to contain a sunbeam, every promise stands out in illuminated splendor; things hard to be understood become in a moment plain. P. 555. External links Lyrics of Bonar's hymns Category:Hymnwriters from Scotland Category:Poets from Scotland Category:Clergy Category:People from Edinburgh Category:1889 deaths