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"Whatever inspires with wisdom, Truth, or Love—be it song, sermon, or Science—blesses the human family with crumbs of comfort from Christ's table, feeding the hungry and giving living waters to the thirsty. "—"Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" ( p.
Help me to sing Thy praise In little, nameless ways. The smallest deed done, Lord, for Thee Makes such sweet melody; Oh, foolishness from singing thus to cease, Losing, thereby, my peace.
By His vision thou canst see, By His inspiration thrive; By His freedom thou art free; By His life art thou alive. Conscious of His strength we stand, With the power of His might; Thine to hold His guiding hand, Thine to follow in His light.
What thought of heav'n within thy heart appears To veil our eyes with sudden mist of tears? What secret of immortal loveliness Lies in the folded whiteness of thy dress? We may not know the gentle ministry Of thine appearing, till aright we see With inward vision, shining through thy heart, The Love that formed thee, separate and apart From taint of earth and sorrowful decay, Forever fair in His eternal day. Thus God's undying universe we see In the clear light of thy simplicity.
To till the ground— To know that 'neath the soil There lies the recompense for all thy toil; That through the clinging, heavy earth shall spring The fruitage of thy careful nourishing. To till the ground— To know there is no clay, But only Life that knoweth no decay; The bud and blossom of eternal thought Are sure reward for all that thou hast wrought.
The roses bloom for me more beautifully Year by year; More fragrantly the lilies of the valley Breathe their balm; Bird song is dearer every spring's arriving. Can't you hear The warbler's ecstasy anew proclaiming, "Spring—it is here!" Why should your heart, remembering ancient sorrows, Itself bemoan? From out the winter-chastened earth are springing Violets; All things are new—a new heart may be chosen For heart of stone, And softly, freshly, out of it be growing Joy—your own! The budding vines are tender, lucent, giving A goodly smell; "Better than wine" the scent of briar roses, And mignonette, And linden bloom.
Your life is "hid with Christ in God," So Paul, the dauntless, sang; Nor sword nor persecution feared, Nor viper's poisonous fang. He knew that God alone is Life, Whence all true being sprang.
O plodder! Lift thy gaze above the clod, And watch the lark that swings Against the dome of blue, And sings, and sings. O plodder! Lift thy thought above the earth, Above the hurt and sting, To see and know thy God,— And sing, and sing.
Praise be to God, and blessed be this day When men, released from the despotic sway Of mortal mind and error's thrall, may rise And climb the mount to Truth's own paradise. At last with laurel him alone we crown Who by true work shall merit fair renown, And know the freedom which the Father gave.
This is the day that God hath made. Eternal peace each hour entwines; No erring sense may dare invade, Nor measure aught that He defines.