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God doth in holy action rest; See Science and Health, p. 519.
Through the clouds the light is breaking; Joy to see the world awaking From the dark dreams of the night, Turn at last to God for light, Turn at last to God for love, Seeking healing from above. Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Workers, lo, the time is coming.
The evening sun is setting fast, The twilight glow will soon be past, And weary ones will find at last The peace of God, divine. No earthly hues to mortals show The joy and gladness they may know, Whene'er they gain the Spirit's glow, The peace of God, divine.
O fearful one, why dost thou fear? Is ill From Him who giveth good—the Father's will? Or hast thou other gods that evil bring? Know God aright; then lift thy voice and sing! For God is Love, and can but good bestow; Thou, too, His gift of joy and peace shall know. The ills of mortal sense Love never knew; And evil, then, is but a dream—untrue.
Awake , awake, my soul, from earth's dull night! Arise; put on new robes of glist'ring white! See! Through thy casement comes a ray of light To lift thy thought in holy upward flight. Awake, my soul, from earth's hypnotic sleep! Let not the enticing thrall thine eyelids steep; Let not the ensnaring toils around thee creep, To bind and hold thee fast, and make thee weep! Arise! Turn not to dream, and dream again! Hast not enough of anguish and of pain? Hast thou no faith to prove, no goal to gain, No quick'ning of desire to break thy chain? Arise! Put off thy slumber robe—'t is old; See how it falls in tatters, fold on fold! Arrayed anew, this hour thou art enrolled, "Soldier of Christ," in letters of pure gold.
Rejoice, O heavens; rejoice, O earth! Break forth in songs of gladness! In ev'ry heart may hope have birth To banish care and sadness. Lo! o'er the vale of sense and gloom The sun of Truth is breaking! For Christ is here, and Christ is dear, In Truth's all-glorious waking.
Forgiving Spirit, Love divine, I rest my trembling hand in Thine. Thou art the Light, The Truth, the might Of law, whose will is right.
A prophet's voice cried in the long-past ages: Oh, "comfort ye my people, saith your God;" But priest and sage have sealed the prophet's pages,— Themselves and all of comfort they defraud. The people wander still in barren places, And hunger for the good that 's undenied; They heavenward turn their sad and weary faces, And pray—for what already is supplied.
There's just one Love o'er all,— One pure, unchanging Love! Yet it speaks through the heart of God's children; And the measureless power thereof Is a balm for earth's trouble and anguish, A mantle of peace for her fear; And the light and the joy of Love's presence Forever and ever are here.
Will the call to service find you Ready with the answer there: Send me, Lord, into Thy vineyard, Let me help Thy way prepare? Do you wait that some great service, May be asked to-day of you? How can God intrust His message Into hands not proven true? Let us then with hearts o'erflowing Bring our talents to the Lord, Where He sends us gladly going, Always ready at His word.