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When deeply quiet I can see Some blessings, Lord, Thou givest me; And more, far more than these, I know Are hidden till my vision grow— More faith, more love, more strength to dare To claim my own as heavenly heir; More consciousness of grace and power To humbly serve this day and hour; More joy because of purpose true; More friends because more friendly, too.
If I should meet the worldling's scorn, His scoffing at the Christ; If I should test in darkened morn My truth so dearly priced— If through his claim of mortal might I need a clearer, lovelier sight, Oh, may I learn forgiveness true To follow, Lord, the way of you. And should a moment of rebuff Be mine, through his satire, May I be wrapped in love enough, And clad in love's attire, To see the shafts of mortal hate Dissolve at once and dissipate— For you did show forgiveness, Lord, In dealing with the mortal horde.
If we would know the wondrous truth, That God is Love, and Love is All, Then we must love in word and deed, Responding ever to the need Of those who call. To love thy neighbor as thyself— This was the Master's own command; The blessing of an unselfed love Is ours today for us to prove And understand.
There is no age except in mortal seeming, No creeping years to mark a certain span; No birth except the dawning joy of learning That God alone is Life — sustaining man. There is no youth except the eager striving Of wakened thought to answer Love's appeal, No fine maturity except in finding That understanding which will bless and heal.
Man knows no hesitation when climbing up the road; Love knows no limitation in His divine abode. For Truth and Life, unending, Are gracious courage lending To weary mankind bending Beneath a seeming load.
Disciple of the Christ, loving, beloved, He saw with purer faith, with clearer sight, That vision of new heaven and new earth, Wherein should be no night ; And in the place of error's ebb and flow, The mortal waves that ever seem to be, Love's quiet all around, a holy calm— And there was no more sea. The evil days for him were not prolonged, He had no fear of age, nor sense of time; And in the city of our God, the Lamb Saw, as the light sublime.
Someone has prayed for me today—how fair the day! The sun's warm tender rays make glad my way; And like still waters that in stillness bless, A holy calm possesses consciousness. Now Spirit's graces are more humbly sought: A great desire to love inspires my thought.
Father , I thank Thee for the cleansing fires Whose fervent heat consumes all wrong desires. The flames to sense may grievous seem to be, But in their wake are strength and purity.
What matter if the night seem dark, It is not true; Your God is where the shadows stark Seem circling you. And God is Love, and in Love's light No dream-shades grim Can keep within a starless night His own from Him.
"Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the Lord of hosts. "— Zechariah 4:6 In childhood's year-long leisure days He dreamed of wondrous things to be, Of wielding sword and iron rod to bend the proudest will to God By human mastery.