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I waken from my dream of night, To find Love ever near; When all around is calm and still, Love's hand is with me here. All sense of doubt and fear departs, As in Love's light I see The radiance of a risen dawn— Love's glory shines on me.
Through Love's benevolence we wake to know God's saving presence, power, and purity, And see the Christ, Truth, heal—as long ago— With like compassion and sincerity. May all mankind share in this gift anew, And climb the pathway up His holy hill— To glimpse the clearer, higher, Christlike view That heals, inspires, and conquers human will.
Tread softly in this house of prayer And let the heart, at last aware Of Spirit's presence, humbly kneel; Let holy visions cleanse and heal The weary sense, until thou rise, Peaceful and penitent and wise. Let understanding bless the heart, And let the Comforter impart The consciousness of Life divine, Forever folding thee and thine.
The thoughts of God flow unconfined, Expressed in goodness every day; They will companion where they find An open heart to bid them stay. And where they sojourn, there they bless, And radiate a light benign.
O Father-Mother God, 'tis Thee I seek, Help me to hear Thy voice before I speak. And, let the way to Thee be slow or fast, Help me to face each day and leave the past.
Watch! for He comes to you! Maybe at midnight, when your questing soul Is sick with hope deferred and peace is gone, You'll hear that quickening voice — "Rise, you are whole. " Or at cock-crowing, like the star that shone In the Far East, that beckoning wonder light, Herald of peace on earth, of hope and bliss, He'll come.
Absalom stole the heart of Israel: Why should he not? Beautiful was he And without blemish, the fairest lamb of the flock: And, when he stole the heart of Israel, He stole also his father David's heart. David loved beauty even when it had betrayed him: So, deep in grief at Mahanaim's gates, He waited for some word of Absalom.
As softly falling rain on parched ground, When summer drought hath spent itself at last, With gentle touch softens and penetrates The hardness of its cracked and arid face, Bidding the lowly herb and drooping flower Uplift their cups to the refreshing draft, And perfumes to arise at its behest To pour their fragrance on the limpid air; So may Thine angel thoughts o'er me descend, Those thoughts, that ever pass from God to man, Telling of freedom of a mind made pure When sense of self and sin hath passed away; And with Thy truth inspire my stubborn heart, Grown heavy 'neath a weight of doubt and fear, To feel its holy influence all-divine, And, like the thirsty flower, uplift my face To drink of Thine abundance and rejoice. Then, as the perfume, may my thoughts arise, Diffusing sweet aroma all around, To help and heal the weary hearts of men, That they may feel Love's tender ministry, And joy to find Life's richer, fuller bloom Within the gladness of their gratitude, And rest content.
Let not hate, nor lust, nor greed Dull my eyes or dim my sight: Help me see my brother's need, Separate the wrong from right. Father, make me patient, wise; Keep me steadfast, strengthen me, That with clear and loving eyes Man's perfection I may see.
Be still and know, and thereby thou shalt gird Thy day with boundless love. Untouched, unstirred By fancies vain, by bane, or bitter thrust; Thou shalt translate thine all-inspiring trust, Wide-visioned with the wisdom of His Word.