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Within its walls are quietude And kindliness and grace; And naught of all the teeming world Shall mar this holy place. And here are rest and healing balm For human cares and woe; And goodly gifts are ours to take, The gifts right thoughts bestow.
When wearied by earth’s dreams, And thoughts from self arise, A ray breaks through the mist that seems, And Truth appears to waking eyes. Clear vision from above New heaven and earth unfolds, And more of wisdom, Truth, and Love Our now transcendent sight beholds.
Think thou no unkind thought; Would'st lay a load Upon a brother On an upward road? Withhold no tender word; Thou canst not say Which brother needs That very word to-day.
I love to read the tender, human story Of Jesus there in far-off Galilee, Of how they brought the sick to him at even, When the cool breeze was blowing from the sea. In thought, I seem to see the sunset's glory, The ever changing hues of rose and gold; And then the swiftly deepening twilight shadows Of that dear holy time, my eyes behold.
Be not afraid ! The evils thou dost fear Are like illusive dreams that fill the night. Truth wakens thought, and, lo, these disappear; Then peace and gladness come like morning bright.
Who can ever fail or falter, When he patterns Truth divine? Nothing here in earth can alter Love's original design. In the school of life God taught it; On the loom of love He wrought it; To the world His Son hath brought it.
"Awake thou that sleepest;" thy slumber unbroken, Thou art dead in trespass and sin; But list to the word that in stillness is spoken, The voice that is speaking within. There is work for all in this land of the living, A work that belongs to each one; If only a cup of cold water you 're giving, His kind voice will whisper, "Well done.
I stooped to raise a flower, Trampled by unthinking feet. The blossom, having drunk its fill Of cooling water sweet— Oh, flower's gratitude— Did offer to me all its precious treasure Of rich perfume, And lifting up its drooping head the while, Its petal lips did open in a smile.
The light of morn has touched a rose, A bud of promise rare ; Its head upraised unto the day, It breathes its fragrance on the air. The light of Love has touched a heart Awaiting Life's demand; And thought, uplifted to the truth, Obeys the Father's wise command.
" Thy will be done"! Then there can be no more of sin and doubt To mar the purpose of Thy love to all, No mortal thought nor aim within to hold In thrall and hide Thy path, nor hush Thy call. "Thy will be done"! Then shall we see Thy tender, guiding love, And Spirit-led, fulfill Thy highest plan; While Life and Love illume the waking thought, And Truth, as light unfettered, shines through man.