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He who is faithful in a few small things Shall rule o'er many, so our Master said— Bid many thoughts of fear and sin depart And know the happiness a kind thought brings. The little things it is that make or mar The harmony with which we may surround Ourselves and others: just a little thing That, in a night of doubt, gleams like a star.
When Truth dawned first upon my sight, Revealing power unknown, I thought to reach some height sublime, And walk with God alone. I looked beyond the things at hand To find deeds more divine, And thought in far transcendencies To see Love's glory shine.
I might be the one on the Jericho road, Robbed, wounded, and left to die; Or I might have passed by on the other side, Pride and disdain in my eye. But I may be the one from Samaria, Who cares for his brother's woe: He is calling now on the Jericho road; He is calling, and I must go!
Egypt! Back rolls the curtain, and we view From out the past a scene that will endure. We follow Joseph once again into that land So rich in all of the false senses' lure; We see him tempted, tried, yet faithful still To God, and by his God sustained; We see good overcoming evil's claim to power, And hate o'ercome by purity and love unfeigned.
"Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations. —" Psalms 90:1.
When men to light attuned see with their eyes, Then everywhere the works of God beheld Reveal the kingdom prophesied of old Coming to men; for into it they rise, Foreswear ignoble deeds, and darkful lies; And loving light, by love for Love are held; And loving Love, find burning hatred quelled; Hence freedom know, and peacefully are wise. Whom God exalts, they are the only free; And noble they who lift their thoughts on high; When tears are wiped away, then eyes may see; When hearts can hate no more, then heaven is nigh.
Hushed is the earth! The miracle of morn Unfolds with splendor; radiant loveliness Welcomes with silent praise the day newborn— And bird note blends with east wind's soft caress. Faint beams of light the crimson clouds pierce through; The stars, those quiet watchmen of the night, Withdraw, ere sunshine sweeps the skies of blue And bathes the universe in glorious light.
Hark! Hear the song from grateful hearts upspringing! Praise, praise to God the multitude is singing, To heavenly harmony men's thoughts are winging, With joyous gratitude life's work is ringing, While "on earth peace" the living prayer is bringing.
The lark is mute the while it feels the earth, But, with its upward winging, Its voice, as though released to instant birth, Pours out in raptured singing! Heed thou the lesson by this action taught, Thou, who wouldst fain be springing Free from the fetters earth for thee hath wrought: Think heavenward, and start singing!
Ah, how sweet the message falls On listening hearts; like glad resounding walls They echo it. The voice forever calls: Arise! Employ your waiting eager hands, And quickly follow His all-wise demands.