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Come, and let us sing together, Sing a song of joy and praise: Do you know the wind and weather Answer to the songs we raise? Gladsome songs bring gentle showers Through the earth; these softly drain. Till with fruits and grain and flowers Earth repays her debt again.
Seeking for Truth, she cried, Canst tell me what life is, from whence it came, And how: know'st thou the meaning of it all? She toiled, but added nothing to her store Of vital truth. All was vague hypothesis; This thing was true today, tomorrow false; So, wearily she turned to other fields.
Mortal hate, triumphant for an hour, Here crowned grim death a victor in the strife,— When lo! God's love, invincible in power, Wide ope'd the portals for eternal life.
Out of the darkness of the night, All-conquering, comes day! Cloud-roses, angel-pink and white, Shine through the shadows gray; And mists, that hid the sun from sight, Float dreamily away. Out of the silence and the dark, Gallant and glad comes song! High above city smoke, a lark Trills joyously, day-long, And busy toilers pause to hark To praise so clear and strong! Into our hearts shine light and praise, Glad birds of promise sing Of love that lasts, of joy that stays, For God made everything! Across earth's dim cloud-shadowed ways, Beams Love, all-conquering!
When wintry days seem bleak and cold, Yet doth the hearth's enchanting blaze Restore the pleasant summer days: Almost we may the flowers behold. So, when the earth's repellent blast Doth menace thy heart's summer fair, Then to Love's dwelling-place repair: Its warmth e'er-glowing there thou hast.
By day he taught them on the temple floor The lore of love, the love of God for men. They came in thousands, and their sick they bore On beds or biers to touch his hand, and then They worshiped him when he had eased their pain.
Remember, Lord, Thy works of old! Thou wilt not in our need forsake us, Who in Thy strength alone are bold. Remember, Lord, Thy works of old! And when our doubting hearts grow cold From lack of Love and Truth, then make us Remember, Lord, Thy works of old! Thou wilt not in our need forsake us!
He bore the signet of the Syrian king, With all the circumstance of princely pride, With chariots in their bold emblazoning, And broidered robes and wealth of gold beside. Thus was it meet this messenger should ride, Thus came the captain of the Syrian host, The counselor in whom did most confide His royal master, loved and honored most,— But Naaman was a leper, white as shrouded ghost.
HE that in all things honored God, Saw man in heavenly guise; He pierced the palsy and the sin With his unerring eyes. As light into the darkness falls, So Love's forgiveness fell, And each atonement made for sin Made naught disease as well.
Thank God for life, thank God for truth and love, For good brown earth, for starry skies above, For golden days of sunshine warm and bright, E'en for each candle flickering through the night. Thank God for flowers that blow in gardens fair, For tiny blossoms in a city square.