Questions & Answers
This is God's day—the day that He hath made. We will be glad, and will rejoice in it.
Dost long for love? Then go to Him from whom alone love comes. He 's waiting with a brimming cup for all earth's thirsty ones.
Wouldst thou know, the peace and comfort Of a life from sorrow free? Dry thy tears, and cease from sighing; Lo, 'tis God that healeth thee! Wouldst thou know the richest blessings Human heart can e'er behold? Take thy cross and bear it, brother; Thus will sweeter joys unfold. Up and onward; courage, brother! Lo, the ripened harvest see; Enter in, thy task is waiting; "As thy days thy strength shall be.
What God sees I can see, and that alone. Oh, fact divine! Oh, everlasting truth! These waves of mortal thought, Surging and lashing high, I cannot see; they are not in God's sight, So not in mine.
What though I fall? I need not stay; The road before me lies. Brushing each marring stain away, Undaunted I may rise.
Oh , blessed, peaceful, restful Church of Christ; Oh, blessed consciousness of Truth and Life, Within thy quietude is joy divine, That knows no separation—mine or thine. Our God is Love—eternal, boundless Love; Our fellow worshipers are all mankind.
Good is my life, my joy, my peace, My hope, my strength, which still increase Each hour, if I but humbly pray: Teach me Thy law, Thy will, Thy way. Good is the power that never wanes, But mightier proves.
What joy to know, where'er I go, My God is there! My faith in Him doth but reflect His faith in me. Love whispers low, Ah, child of God, do you not know That you Love's perfect image bear? My need of Him! Why, 't is His need of me! Without the child, the Father-Mother Would no Parent be! My call to Him? Ah, 't is the echo of eternity, Love's call to love—unblemished unity, A joy to know, where'er I go, My God is there! Yea, heaven—to know I cannot go Beyond His loving care!
Forget not who thou art, thou son of God, For God demands reflection pure of thee; Thy heritage is goodly, and thy home Is in the covert of infinity. Thou art the child of Spirit, sinless, pure; Thine is a perfect beauty, born of Soul; Wholeness is thine, and health, and energy.
I have forgiven the "seventy times seven" Another's sin against me, yet So traitorous the blow to trusting love, I still, dear Lord, cannot forget. I hear the voice of Truth repeat: "Forgiveness, then, is not complete.