Questions & Answers
I thank Thee, Lord, for Thy great smiling sky, For silver rain, for sun and stars on high. I thank Thee, Lord, that every human need Is met with prayer Thou never fail'st to heed.
Once as I walked with low bent head And eyes fixed on the rocky road, The way seemed long, my progress slow, While wearily I bore my load. And then I saw that others walked With lifted face and eyes aglow, Because they looked beyond the space Their faltering feet were forced to go.
When I would ask, "Lord, .
Shine through the mist of mortal mind, O Truth, today; For it would claim Love's child to blind, Obscure Love's way. The potency of Truth divine I fain would see, For—seeing thus—the mist will melt, And I go free.
" O ye of little faith," Why dost thou doubt That He who makes the sun and moon to shine, Who makes the bud to blossom in the spring, Provides supply for every need of thine? The great all-knowing Mind That guides the bird When far from home to find her nest again, Whose law controls the universe of stars, Is not unmindful of the needs of men. "O ye of little faith," Why dost thou doubt? God governs all.
" Give us this day our daily bread"! Dear Father, Thou hast oped mine eyes To see Thy spiritual supplies, Thy loving banquet freely spread. I do not need to lay up store, For day by day the manna falls; I need but listen when Love calls To have my bread forevermore.
she taught us how to build the tower Of truth and love—a mightier power Than any shape of stone and sand Set heavily upon the land. She taught us, by her constant deeds, To hold above tumultuous creeds A living torch of faithfulness— To lift the darkness and distress From every hurt and want and woe Within its strong, encircling glow.
Long was the night, oh! long and very dreary; No hint of dawn, no star, no sign, no word; Till in the soundless void, when hope was weary, I heard the fluted warning of a bird. Out of the waiting dark his little voice Trilled in a mellow stave its message clear; Confident, brief, and sweet he sang, Rejoice! Be glad! be glad! the dawn is very near.
On Christmas eve in Bethlehem The angel host above Brought tidings to a burdened world Of God's all-present love; And daily still, and hourly, In listening hearts and true The angel messengers are heard And Love revealed anew. Beside the Sea of Galilee, Above the stormy wave, The living presence of the Christ Was strong to heal and save; And in this day and in this hour, Wherever there is need, The same dear Christ is here and near To save and heal and lead.
Why should I fear when God is round about me? Why should I grieve when He has said: Rejoice! Why should I fall when His strong arm upholds me? Why should I doubt when I have heard His voice? Why should I faint because the road seems weary? Or murmur when the path seems rough and steep? Why should I cry when night seems dark and dreary? The dawn will come, and God His child doth keep. Then, oh, my heart, awake! and cease thy pining And listen for the songs along life's way.