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This house is filled with perfect light, For God is here with strength and might, His loving presence fills each room; There is no doubt, no fear, no gloom. Here peace and gratitude are found, For everywhere doth Love abound.
Oh , that I knew at last where I might find Him! So spake the way-worn pilgrim of the night— That I might come and tell Him of my yearning, And see His face, and hail Him with delight. Oh, that I knew at last where He abideth, That there I, too, might ever dwell with Him; That I might hear the tender voice which chideth The erring ones who stray in pathways dim.
Gentle winds, take my message as you go Into places dark with suffering and woe: I will answer to the call; I will freely give my all To bear the word of healing, the love of God revealing In boundless love and gladness for the world.
My God is all about me; from Him no power divides. He is my life, my being, and there is none besides.
A drop of dew deep hidden in a rose This message, tender, gives to you and me: That we, so sheltered, in God's love repose, Forever held in sweet security.
When rain falls from the cloud in silver chains, And blots the glowing landscape from our view, We do not fear, For well we know that as the shower wanes The scene will reappear. The sun's rays, slanting through the crystal drops, A rainbow paint across the distant skies— A promise, bending earthwards, where it stops Briefly to call a smile to watching eyes.
Just live and love! No good is barred. And when you think that life is hard Search where you trod in anguished hour And learned that good alone has power.
How can the marvels of His love be told— The silver brook, the grass-clothed mountain side, The gentle kine, the music of the fold! Our debt mounts up! No good thing is denied That could enrich our lives. Proclaim it wide! The matchless wonder of unchanging Love, No shade of turning—each need satisfied; Our thanks, like stars gemming the blue above, Should fill our hearts with radiant joy divine.
Men seek their happiness in divers ways: While one will labor hard, another plays; Some think their pleasure comes through sensual joys; One silence cultivates, another noise. But each and all are searching after good, Whether in indolent or active mood.
Make room, O seeker, make room! No suppliant thou, lest thy prayer be unheard! Expectantly certain the promise divine In uttermost fullness, no moment deferred, Awaits but thy claiming to seal it as thine; Make room, O seeker, make room! Take heed, O seeker, take heed! Let naught in the storehouse a cumbrance remain Usurping the place where God's blessing should rest; Cast out every relic, wipe out every stain, Lest aught serve to keep thee from knowing His best; Take heed, O seeker, take heed! Rejoice, O seeker, rejoice! God's blessing unmeasured to thee is outpoured, The windows of heaven for thee are unsealed; His promise fulfilling, for thee hath He stored Far more than thy heart's deepest longings revealed; Rejoice, O seeker, rejoice! And how, O seeker, repay The benefits God upon thee doth bestow? Make room to receive His abundance unguessed, That doth from His bounty unfailingly flow. Accepting God's gift is thy gratitude's test.