Questions & Answers
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.
Dear Lord, I do not ask for place or power Or wealth to satisfy an outward show. Void would be place that Thou didst not bestow; Power would be powerless every waiting hour Wert Thou not present constant grace to shower, Dispelling discontent, each phantom foe, Redeeming sense from erstwhile ebb and flow, To crave the wealth of Love, its only dower.
How oft in reverent thought we go Back to the shining little sea, Amid the hills that Jesus loved, In far-off Galilee. We see the glowing sunlit fields, Where lilies bloomed for him who trod, So patiently and lovingly, The pathway up to God.
I looked into Life's mirror clean, And met a vision long unseen: No error, no avenging rod, But just the loving smile of God!
The Master knew no earthly habitation But found his home in Spirit's restful realm. Thus on the mount of holy inspiration Or in the valley, naught could overwhelm His sense of shelt'ring love; with constant prayer He pierced earth's mist and saw God everywhere.
It is the gentle hand which feels the touch Of Love that waits to lead throughout the way; It is the listening ear which hears the voice Of Truth amid the noises of the day; It is the watchful eye which sees the Light — The guiding star that shines from out the gloom Oh, child of God, awake, arise, rejoice! Within thy Father's house is always room.
Some little dwelling, Lord, where I may rest From stress of error domiciled with Thee; Where, howsoever small or frail, my best To others may be giv'n ungrudgingly. Some gilded mansion claims me? Even there, Amid its pomp and unreality, I may then precious golden hours spare To cheer a brother's gloom and bide with Thee.