Questions & Answers
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.
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.