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The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall not want. If I but follow where His wisdom leads, I shall have pastures with abundant food, Good opportunities to fit my needs, And peace by little streams of quiet mood.
" The rich in spirit help the poor. "* They bless With living gold and wealth of tenderness.
It seemed that pain Was mine, and real, Till Truth's clear voice revealed to me: Thy Father pain would have to know Before it could touch thee. And lack had tried To voice a need, Till Life's true substance I could see: Reflecting Spirit, All-in-all, What good flows unto me! Grief tried to bind, And loneliness, But joy's sweet angels set me free: Thou knowest He whose name is Love Could never joyless be! As Thou art Mind, Dear Father, God, And man reflects Thy sovereignty, I, as Thy loved child, behold Only what Thou canst see.
Have ye not heard them in the silence Of an overwhelming gloom. When Truth itself comes gently seeking, And evil says, "There is no room"— Have ye not heard the Father's songs In the night of earthly wrongs? Have ye not sung with consecration Hymns as Paul and Silas did, Because no darkness ever compassed The light of Love or heaven hid— Have Ye not caught with ears that hear Harmonies of Spirit near? Have Ye not bowed before the dawning Of your vision's brighter sun, And Heard within that secret chamber A hallelujah chord begun that human tongue could never voice— God's own bidding to rejoice? Have ye not heard above the tumult Of a world distressed and torn, When glowed again hope's ebbing candle And faith renewedly was born— Have ye not heard ere came the light Songs He giveth in the night?
Shake thyself from the dust, faint heart; Loose thyself from bands that bind. Thou art not Assyria's thrall; Captive, rise and freedom find! Captive, this is Love's own realm! Lo! the very hills rejoice That oppression is cast down; Yea, the streams lift up their voice.
Once more Love's wondrous power has conquered error's seeming And its sweet healing peace has come to me again. Once more my wakened thought has caught the brightness gleaming From Life that knows no death, no discord, fear, or pain.
O Christian , tortured by resentment's sting Because you drink the dregs of hatred's brew And bear a heavy cross alone, review The Saviour's life—it will be comforting. No condemnation that the world may bring Can stand before the Christliness that drew, "Forgive them; for they know not what they do From Jesus in unselfed petitioning.
At even when the sun was set the door Opened, and then the gracious Master came, Full of compassion for the sick and poor, The blind, the sorrowful, the halt and lame. Uplifted, eager faces, outstretched hands Besought his touch and loving, tender word; He saw them strain against the cruel bands That error had imposed.
As comes the dawn Gently through darkest night, So shines Truth's light. Perplexed, confused by fear, I ask of Thee, "Thy way be mine," in true humility.
Never a gallant feat is done, Never a noble deed, But the love and the selflessness live on To meet some brother's need. Never is unselfed effort made, Or a kind word spoken, But somewhere an evil spell is stayed, And a false claim broken.