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" The sons of God"—the benediction falls Upon the listening ear, And everyone who understands shall know His Father holds him dear. This is the blessing that is ours to-day; We have our rightful place, And in the affluence of our Father's love We find our daily grace.
"God requireth that which is past. "— Ecclesiastes 3:15.
"A rose, the smile of God. "—Science and Health, by Mary Baker Eddy, page 175.
If Eastertide should seem to thee A time when thou rememberest With sharpest pang of memory Those who have passed, whom thou lov'dst best, Know that in all thy seeming loss— To mortal sense a grievous thing— The human presence did but pass. They, with clear vision, see the King, In Spirit live, Love's arms beneath; For Spirit knows nor fear nor death.
Help me, dear Father, all the day To see Thy love in everything, In flower-hued colors of the dawn, And happy bird upon the wing; To see Thy love in golden light Of sunshine touching hill and field, And in the beauty of the world That by its shining is revealed; Thy love to see in dimming light Of twilight shadows softly gray, And in the shining stars above, Each sending down its golden ray! Help me to see Thy tender love In kindly faces that I meet, And in the joyous little ones Who pass me by on dancing feet; And thus, in all things sweet and fair, To see Thy goodness and Thy love, The blessings from Thine own dear hand That fall so gently from above.
What is thy hope? How oft the word we use! But canst thou give a reason for thy hope As through what seems unending gloom ye grope, Till, losing hope, all comfort ye refuse? Ah, it is thine; aye, it is thine to choose The dismal dirge, or gain the key to ope The door to freedom—Soul's unbounded scope— And take the good that man can never lose! Lift up! Lift up thy dormant thought and see Thy holy heritage, which Truth unveils! No faltering, fearful hope—if hope it be! Gain understanding's hope, which never fails: True hope is anchored in eternal Mind, Where needful good we long for we may find.
Ope Thou mine ear, dear Lord, that I may hear Thy Word, and hearing hasten to obey; Let not the clamoring voice of sense dissuade, Nor fear my glad obedience delay. In Thy rich vineyard, Lord, give me a place Where with faith-strengthened hands I may remove The stifling weeds of self, or grief, or fear From some sad heart who has not learned to love.
Oh , happy river, Skipping, dancing, singing; I love to hear your voice With laughter ring. You trip so merrily along, You seem to sing a joyous song, I seem to hear the message Which you bring.
To be a help in thought, in word, in deed, To lift up those who come to him in need, To heal all grief, to comfort such as mourn, Is living love — the Christ again is born. To cast out sin and set a brother free, To cause the deaf to hear, the blind to see, The lame to walk, the sick their freedom find Through knowing Truth, reflecting perfect Mind — This is the gift bestowed on those who lay Their all upon the altar and obey His law, and see the pathway brighter grow In leading where the healing waters flow.
Who shall ascend into His holy hill, I heard; or who stand in His holy place? He with clean hands, and pure of heart, who still Hath not known vanity, deceit, finds grace! And I was troubled at this high demand, For sense imputed what was not in Mind: Could I, so weak and errant, hope to stand In that high tabernacle, God-enshrined? So far from perfect, sense-beclouded, I?— Grace infinite alone, in later age, Could make me truly fit. But Love said, Why? Can man, God's image, lose his heritage? Not time nor the accuser's claims have power, But unselfed love.