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O Love, whose everlasting rays Are seen in depth and height, Illumine us in all our ways, Our thoughts to heavenly mansions raise, And clothe our faith in sight. No faith but must be found in Thee, No thought apart from Mind.
Tenderly the sunset's rays Lay upon the quiet sea, On that evening, long ago, In dear, far-off Galilee; While upon the shore there stood, Folded in the evening glow, One who healed the multitude Of their sickness, sin, and woe. Oh, the beauty of that face, Full of tenderness divine; Oh, the sweetness of that voice, Full of graciousness benign, As he spoke the words of peace, Words of tender, healing cheer, Lifting men to kinship sweet With the Father, close and dear.
The midnight hour rolls by and ushers in Another year of hope, of good unseen; Wrapped in the mantle of a starlit night, Clear, pure, and keen it dawns upon our sight, The silent promise of a fuller light Than yet has been. Another year has slid into the past With all its weight of woe and pleasure, cast Back into shadow by the dawning beam; And things that once seemed real now but seem The lifeless fancies of a fading dream That do not last.
"Mortal mind is the harp of many strings, discoursing either discord or harmony according as the hand, which sweeps over it, is human or divine. "— Science And Health with Key to the Scriptures, by Mary Baker Eddy, page 213.
"He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions. '"— Psalms 107:20.
Thou weary one, Dost thou not know That while thy heart Is torn and sore Thou canst not give? Thou canst not sow? Thou fearful one, Canst thou not see That thou must first Thyself be glad Before thou canst Thy brother free? On bended knee Set thy heart free Of human will. It has no part In God's great plan For perfect man!
"I will not let thee go, except thou bless me. "— Genesis 32:26.
"Be still, and know that I am God:" Let senses false their clamor cease, In quietness shall be thy strength, In righteousness thou shalt find peace.
Like shepherds of that far-off Christmastide, May I, too, faithful unto duty be; Content with patient meekness to abide, Content with things that do belong to me, But never sleeping! Vigilant, awake, I boldly challenge with my shepherd's horn When danger lurks, whate'er the form it take; And so, serene and calm, I wait the morn. Thus let me watching be, when in the sky Comes glory that my humble sense transcends; Glory ineffable in heaven high, Glory which harmony and beauty blends, Glory which sheds upon my daily cares, As on the sheep of old, a radiant gleam; That beam of light each smallest duty shares, And fellow herdsmen like the angels seem.
O little self, that suffers and enjoys Within so small a compass, loose your bonds; Break through the walls of selfish interests, cares That keep life chafing like a fretful stream Thrown ever backward on itself; be free! Each outward-going thought on service bent Bears you still farther on the great expanse Of brotherhood and universal love. The dim horizon of the fair ideal Forever widens as you onward go— Self quite forgot—until at last it melts Into that boundless space where thought meets God.