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Elisha , sought out by the Syrian king, Pressed by hosts which encompassed the city, Sought not by his own power salvation to gain; He feared not; but knew that the Lord would restrain The hosts which encompassed the city. My master, my master, ah! how shall we do? How flee from the hosts which surround us? Then calmly he answered; Fear not, thou shalt see The hosts of God's army, far greater they be Than those of the enemy round us.
Dear Lord, to-morrow there will come to me A class of little ones, in Sunday school; And thou hast told me, "Give ye them to eat. " But I have searched my store and only found Within its room some little grains of truth; And what are they, dear Lord, that I may feed Those eager hearts all hungry for God's Word? Clear comes the Master's voice, "Bring them.
A few small fishes and some loaves Our Lord once multiplied, To feed five thousand men; nay more, Twelve baskets full, beside! And thus he proved man's every need Abundantly supplied, When, strong in faith, we turn to God And in His law abide. But oh! man may not imitate This mighty feat of Mind, Until he learns that Love divine Is feeding all mankind! Then opulence beyond our dreams We'll find man's heritage, Outlasting years and centuries, Untouched by lack or age.
"When he saw the multitudes, he was moved with compassion. " — Matthew 9:36.
Earth could not make her sad. In her glad heart An image was enshrined of Love—of good.
"As in Adam all die," Converted Paul to men of Corinth Long ago did write; So was I dead— Dead to the beauties of the sky The trees, the birds. To me man was mortal, Limited, mistaken, ill, A twisted twig blown by the winds Of Adam's dream.
My word "that goeth forth out of my mouth .
Softly to the waiting stillness of our hearts, Like a song by angels sung, hovering ever near, Thoughts of heaven-born sweetness come, catch us up to God, Scattering every earthly cloud till our vision's clear. And then again in time of labor, toil, or care, As struggling with timidity or phantom fear We long for heavenly sign to show His presence there, Deep-toned, ineffable, there falls a message dear— The eternal Father speaks! We, adoring, dare to let our burdens fall; we lean so low to hear; Till rising, find midst joy we have no loads to bear!
Ah , sweetly blooming little flower, You humbly grow, And give the world the message true Which all must know, That God's the power to unfold Each thought, each leaf, each bud of gold; But you must listen and obey. So shall I, each God-given day, Grow just like you, Sweet flower.
Dost see the error in thy brother's thought, Which thou wouldst fain cast out? Wouldst firmly stand For truth and righteousness? Yet pause, to know If in thy zeal thou hast forgotten aught. We read that David, spiritually armed, All zealous for the glory of his God, Went forth to meet Goliath, who was clad In weighty armor, boasting in his strength, Disdaining, with a curse, the shepherd youth Who, in reliance on the Lord of hosts, Defied with fearlessness the vaunting foe, And proved but nothingness his seeming power.