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When we have learned to love our fellow man As Jesus loved, and truly understand The nothingness of error, sin, and pain, We can go forth with joy and peace and power And prove Christ's living presence hour by hour, With comforting and healing works again. When we have learned that God is our supply, We do not fret, nor fear, nor question why We cannot see the path that lies ahead; But we can happy be each busy day, And trust, as does the little child at play, The Love that meets our every need, instead.
He spoke of peace and comfort and rejoicing; He told us of a Father who is Love. He said, No more shall men be held in bondage For they shall turn their thought to Him above.
'Twas night, deep darkness filled the heart, When lo, a tender voice was heard With accents sweet of peace and calm: Look up and thou shalt see the light. At first the voice seemed dim and faint, Scarce heeded till its truth was felt; Then joy and gladness filled the heart, And reassurance, strong and free, Brought courage, confidence, and trust.
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.