Poems

Do we fear that evil could Any one befall? God is all and God is Good, Therefore Good is all. Can the fear of death be rife, Can it e'er appal? God is all and God is Life, Therefore Life is all.

Our Master bids us "take no thought" Of morrow's raiment, meat, and drinking; The lilies grew but never wrought Nor shed perfume through anxious thinking. And yet we must not idly bask, Nor frantic be with vain endeavor; But diligent pursue each task And know that Now is Time's forever.

As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So, deep in my soul, the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee. Moore.

When the clouds of sense seem darkest, All the waves of sin roll high, May we cling to Thee, our Life-boat, Till the storm thoughts droop and die. What a joy is ours who venture Out upon life's stormy sea, To look up through mists of matter Till we catch a glimpse of Thee.

When the blind suppliant in the way, By friendly hands to Jesus led, Prayed to behold the light of day, "Receive thy sight," the Saviour said. At once he saw the pleasant rays That lit the glorious firmament; And, with firm step and words of praise, He followed where the Master went.

Father, lead Thou me, hold fast my hand, Keep Thou my understanding lest I stray! Firm on the "Rock of Ages" may I stand, Nor faint, nor falter, on my heavenward way. For long, long years I knew Thee not, 'till now Life, Truth, and Love, I know Thee all and more Enfold me in Thy Truth, and teach me how To feel Thee always near amidst the tempest's roar.

One by one pure thoughts and holy Lift us out of self and sin; One by one bright gleams of glory Show the goal we all would win. One by one our trusts are strengthened, As our lives to God we give; One by one our days are lengthened, As in Love we move and live.

It matters not, What be thy lot, So Love doth guide; For storm or shine— Pure peace is thine— Whate'er betide. And of these stones; Or tyrant's thrones, God able is, To raise up seed— In thought and deed— To faithful His.

Sweet friendship, joy of hearts made white, Pure prelude of the Life divine, Thy sacred hallways we would tread, And in Thy Tabernacle of Love Would dwell in that security Which trust and faith alone can give, And giving, make the life we live At once divine, and sanctified.

Do you know that your thoughts rule your life, Be they pure or impure in the strife? As you think, so you are; And you make, or you mar Your success in the world, By your thoughts. Are your thoughts just and true every hour? Then your life will attest with great power.