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Out of the land of Moab Ruth came forth; Turned from each thought that urged her tarry still Among strange gods and clinging human ties. She chose the God of Israel for her own; Nor cast a saddened, lingering look behind, But ever journeyed on the road that seemed To lead her to a clearer sense of good.
A tired one stands alone upon life's shore, As having reached a weary journey's end. Behind, beside him, even as before, The seeming powers of evil still contend; But as he turns his face unto the light And with its perfect radiance is crowned, He knows himself full-armored for the fight, And well prepared all error to confound.
Did they come to thee, Lord Jesus, 'Mid the noises of the plane? When the saw creaked shrilly, shrilly, Shrieked and passed, .
What is Thy will for me, Father, to-day? What shall I do for Thee? What think? What say? Thine is my life, my wish, my will; Use me to-day, and Thy purpose fulfill. Guiding the stars through the heavens' great span, Guide Thou my life through Thy infinite plan.
Thy hand on mine, dear Lord, All through the day, Though jagged rock and breathless climb Shall mark my way. Through clouds of gloom and mists of fear Thou lead'st me to the summit clear; I cannot fail when Thou art near, Thy hand on mine.
I am content! Oh, priceless gift of God, to see Thy love and blessing all about; To know the joy of service sweet, With needed strength for all from Thee; How could it other be than that In serving Thee I be content? I am content! The earth is flooded with Thy love; Thy sunshine beams its warmth on all, And melts to tears the icicles; And so, the sunshine of Thy love Dissolves the grief within my heart, And gratitude o'erflows,—I am content. I am content! To know that underneath the snows Spring flowers waiting sweetly sleep; So 'neath the cold veneer of man The immortelles of friendship peep, Awaiting but the touch of love To blossom forth,—I am content.
If we but lived as Jesus lived, How high our life would be Above the mist and din of earth. In sweet security.
"Stand still," O restless one and tossed About by fears and tempest's roar. Stand still, and see salvation nigh And close at hand the open door Of Faith.
A table's laid, A feast is spread, The books arrayed. Who serveth here? 'T is he who said: I am the bread That cometh down from heaven.
The sun sinks low behind the hills; The evening calm lies sweet About the humble, eager group That sits at Jesus' feet. Forgotten are their homely tasks, Their nets lie idly by; Quiet their hands; their hearts drink in The Master's message high.