Questions & Answers
To know Thee, Lord, as I am known of Thee, Oh, wondrous thought! To see as Thou dost see! This goal to reach, my prayer must ceaseless be. Then teach me, Lord, to pray.
At sunset time there comes to me A vision of the far-off sea That Jesus loved, in Galilee. A scene of peace at daylight's close, When evening sky so, brightly glows With golden clouds and hues of rose.
Winging towards celestial fire, Up to the golden sunset flames, See him mounting—higher, higher— As if rejecting earthly claims. And soon below, in milder radiance, He will sing, here, on this tree, Pouring forth cascading gladness In a shower, for you and me.
Oh , brave and true are they who truly think, Who fearlessly oppose the age-long drift, And its accepted concepts turn and sift, Holding aloft the truth, and letting sink Into oblivion the false beliefs, The source of all men's griefs! How glorious 'tis, firmly to stand and think, Held by desire to find the eternal stream And quench the thirst of those in desert dream; For none can help to bring this living drink Who do not arm themselves with Truth and Love 'Gainst error's hosts to move. How well-beloved is she with thought so clear, Who lately stood alone with God and found That thinking truly leads to battle ground Where fiercest conflicts rage, yet did not fear; For Love was inspiration, strength, and food, And Truth her broadsword good!
Dear God, Thy will be done—this is my prayer. I know there is no higher thought than Thine.
There is a holiness That dwells about our common earth, A loveliness and shining tenderness. He is blessed who, because aware of these , Possesses them: He walks illumined as by God.
As trees are wise and faithful, With each year sending deep and yet deeper still Their roots, holding to mother earth With firmness, constancy, and love, So that when winter comes With all its gales and woes They have the courage Born of unity And stand, knowing no fear, But only growing stronger in the blast— So may my understanding go Deeper and deeper with each passing year— Grasping in no uncertain way The basic truth of being, That when cold malice, anger, fear, And all the hosts of evil rage As tempests round about me, Then shall I stand, serene, forever one With Principle, unchanging Love, So rooted, grounded, born And bred in Love, That I am simply conscious of Reality. The storms of error sweeping on Shall leave me with A new stability, A bigger power to shelter, succor.
New Englanders have claimed her as their kin, But there are ties beyond localities, And there was that which made her more the twin Of prophet or apostle than of these. Elijah's mantle touched her as it passed, And Daniel shared the courage of his den, Israel's manna broke her selfless fast, And John taught her the high art of his pen.
" And when he came to himself"—we read these words In that rich story which the Master told And left for us who come to ponder on, That story of the wayward prodigal. (It was a day when sinners had drawn near, And roused the scorn of scribe and Pharisee.
Dost thou hear a call arise, Out of dark and troubled skies, Out of error's awful night? Look not on the lightning flash, Wait not for the thunder crash, Only know where power lies. Doth not God untroubled stand, Sovereign of the sea and land, Master of the billow's fate? Ask of Him, for He hath given Victory in earth and heaven; Truth is certain, therefore wait.