Questions & Answers

Pause here and rest, you who are weighed with care, And at the feet of Love lay down your fear. The Word invites you to green pastures fair, And to its wells of living waters near.

Since I have learned to follow in the way Of Thy dear truth, gladly I do resign My careful plans, and all I thought was gain, And try to mold my human will to Thine. No worldly thing can e'er supplant the joy Of Life divine I had not known before.

To love the Lord thy God with all thy being, Thy neighbor as the Lord commanded thee, Is drawing near the kingdom of our Father, Which Jesus said the pure in heart shall see. This kingdom is within you, said the Master; 'Tis neither here, nor there, nor far away.

Have you grown weary of mortal seeming— Weary of error's insistent din? Turn, then, away from doleful dreaming, Turn from the saddening scenes of sin. "Come ye apart," the Christ is saying.

My Father shows me every day How I should walk along the way; And when it seems a weary road Then Love doth lift the heavy load Of care, and pain, and sorrow, And bids me dwell in peace today, And fear no ill tomorrow. Then, "Thank Thee, God" I humbly say.

"Fear not: for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name; thou art mine. "— Isaiah 43:1.

I listened to the birds, the boundless sea's roar, the dripping of the patient trees, and all things moving in the fields and on the motionless hills, but found no benison. For in my heart were sore unquiet tears, unbridled wishes, self-consuming fears, the subtle spears of too persuasive sin: how could I find out peace—and these within? And then Love's voice outdid that selfish din: "Where shouldst thou look but in the infinite Mind? thy peace and poise are here; wilt thou be blind? O man, I loved thee before these things were, and gave thee all —and thou didst but defer the abundant blessing, and shut tight thine eyes, nor saw the sun of My compassion rise, beheld no moon of My great tenderness, no stars of Spirit built by me to bless, no hills of grandeur in My countryside, no rocks of thought that in My hills abide.

O prophet rise, and gather up your mantle! This is no time to sit in dumb despair. O psalmist, take your instrument of music And let the songs of Zion fill the air! Accept the challenge of the desolation Of human need that crieth everywhere.

This day is given you to prove the ever-present God of love is near; He is a constant aid to all who call upon His name; such shall not quake nor be afraid, whatever may be error's claim. This day is given you to know that Mind shall guide you as you go about your Father's work and will, in joyous strength and surety, to quell the lie, with "Peace, be still," forearmed with truth and purity.

Still the light is shining On the heavenly way; Still the star is leading To Love's glorious day. Truth's clear call keeps ringing To each longing age; Still the Christ is waiting For shepherd and for sage, Far from pomp and grandeur, Born anew, apart, In the lowly manger Of the humble heart.