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"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.
Be not afraid! The living God ordains A place and work for you. reflecting Him; Truth frees you from all penalties and pains Of evil's seeming law, or mortal whim.
"Take now thy son,.
A glorious message bravely brought, Was carried on the wings of thought By one who from a couch of pain Christ had restored to health again. And through the pages of a book* This gentle Christian woman took Her message to the famished thought, Which hungered for the truth she brought.
We see the mountain, fair in morning sunlight, The grassy slopes where eager people throng That they may hear from purest lips God's message, And find the truth for which they seek and long. And there, amid the gently swaying lilies, Stands forth the Christly presence, full of grace, Giving to all those rules for holy living, If they, like him, would see the Father's face.