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Light is the real, and darkness is the lie; Serene, unchanging, stands the constant sun; The earth is turning, turning to the light; Far, far behind stream back the leagues of night, Forgotten, every one. Our Jesus fought a night of bitter woe, So long, so dark, where not a star was born; He faced the terrors of a pit unknown, Held to the truth that would redeem his own, And lo, 'twas Easter morn! Come, let us say "Our Father," and be sure He hears us in the dark as in the day; The everlasting arms are very kind, And infinitely tender the one Mind— Now, let me hear you pray! See where the first faint radiance tips the hill, Now that the east's dark curtain is withdrawn.
He lay forlorn beside those waters gray, More hopeless still he grew with passing time, The saddest of them all—who day by day Waited there, watching for the healing sign. And then upon a day came one who spoke Words of command, and he was quick to hear; A light upon those darkened senses broke, He rose, made whole and free from pain and fear.
As birds that fly, so let our thought aspire By faith into the infinite of peace, Rise swiftly from the spread nets of desire, And find divine deliverance and release. Let subtle tempters set their lure in vain, Who seek to slay, by whom the net is spread; With clear sight of the refuge we may gain, The gift of wings delivers us from dread.
O Father , God, unfathomable wisdom, I bring my childish planning unto Thee, And I will listen as in utter patience. Thou dost dissolve its ambiguity In the clear light of Science, so that I The oneness of Thy purpose may discern.
And thou shalt be like a watered garden, And like a spring of water thou shalt be, A watered garden's tranquillizing beauty, A spring of water's pure felicity! And thou shalt bless thy neighbor and the stranger— An oasis, a paradise of worth, A joy-attended, ceaseless inspiration, A planting of thy God's to bless the earth!
Weighed down by fear, in deep despair, I cried, "Oh, Father, heal me of my sore distress," And waited; But my answer did not come. When after long, dark days, at length I learned That God sees only that which He has made, And calls it good, Was not my answer there? He sees no evil, therefore ill is not, Has never been, for God is ever All, And I His child, His image, pure, complete.
Teach me to trust as I should trust My Father's loving care. Teach me to know where'er I go My Father leads me there.
HOW steadfast is the Love divine That heals our hearts today! For ever present is the Mind That answers when we pray. Down through the years, Midst joys or tears, Love's law sustains alway.
I HEARD a song of birds at break of day, Voices and hearts combined in joyous lay. With love and self-forgetfulness The happy songsters did express Glad praise and thanks to God, their strength and stay.
GOD does not give us just a few Sweet drops of life like morning dew, Then dash the goblet to the floor, Just as we plead with Him for more. Our Father cannot be unkind, For He is Love and Life and Mind; And when we hear and heed His call, We find that He has given all.