Questions & Answers
My thought is stayed on Thee, O God; I cannot be dismayed. Though dark, perplexing, seems the way, Thy child is unafraid.
Father, as little ones we come to Thee; As tender lambs unto the shepherd who, Filled with compassion for their halting steps. Doth stay his own.
Oh , Father, in my heart set firmly There is a hope that Thou art All. Somewhere a "still small voice" is saying, Wilt thou not heed My loving call? This hope brings faith into my bosom, The faith that trusts my all to Thee.
At midnight I will rise to give Thee thanks! Rousing from sleep's deep-sunken lethargy, I grope in darkness, seeking for some light Whose gleam Thy presence shall reveal to me. At midnight—but my flickering lamp I fill With oil of heavenly inspiration, prayer;* And gratitude shall be the incense sweet That permeates with fragrance all the air.
The mirrored glory of the sunlight's sheen Within a dewdrop's crystal cup is seen; My prayer that, pure in heart, I thus may be For Truth and Love a clear transparency.
Be still, O heart, and cease thy sorrowing! Dost thou not know that God is near? Dost thou not know His love enfolds thee tenderly? Oh, dry thy tear! Why weepest thou before the tomb of earthly joys? Dost thou not see, An angel stands And beckons thee And saith, Come sup with me, Then will thy weeping cease? Oh, lift thine eyes and heed this visitant! Dost thou not catch a heav'n-sent strain That gently speaks to thee of bliss before unknown? Oh, glad refrain! Oh, blessed comfort from the Mother-heart of God, That whispers low Of unselfed love! Thou first must sow To find True bliss doth grow, As self is lost in love.
E'en as a child at mother's knee, So would I come, dear God, to Thee; As trustingly send up my prayer, As simply own Thy loving care, As fearlessly tell all my need, As certainly await my meed. So as a child, O Love divine, Help me to place my hand in Thine.
Father , Thou the all-harmonious, Thou in whom man has his being, Keep us faithful, clearly seeing Man as perfect, never changing, And eternal as Thou art. Father, Thou the all-harmonious, Love divine, hope of the friendless, May we to Thy love bear witness, And reflect Thy tender kindness And unfailing charity.
Light , and yet more light! For this the prophets prayed, For this the martyrs fell, And gentle Jesus came. Light, and yet more light! Out of darkness seeking, Out of woe and weeping, Outward toward the morn, Goes the pilgrim forward, Moves he on his way; Naught can now dissuade him, Naught his foot can stay! For this the prophets prayed, For this the martyrs fell: Light, and yet more light, Flooding hearts of men, Hearts of men inclining Upward toward the light.
Oh , lift thine eyes! Behold, the gentle dove Outspreadeth o'er thy home her soft white wings. In steadfast faith raise, then, thy thought above The mortal sense, to rest on holy things; And take the gift thy God would have thee prove: Oh, lift thine eyes to Love! Let not the mists of earth bedim thy sight, Nor hide from thee a while the upward way! Look up, dear heart; Truth's tender, guiding light Will lead thee onward to the perfect day; Through lens of Science, Love to all hath given The golden light of heaven.