Questions & Answers
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.
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.