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When self begins to die, as thought awakes To one Life, Mind, and that Mind infinite, I see afar, though faint to sense that quakes, The dawning light of heaven, a bliss unwrit, When self begins to die. The clutching claims of fear relax their hold, And hell begins to sink down out of sight; Ambition, greed, and strife, a triad bold, Let loose their grasp at dawning heaven's light, When self begins to die.
Only to walk in the path He trod, Only to feel the presence of God; Only to know, at dark, if I cry, His aid is ready, His help is nigh. Only to know His Spirit is near, Only to feel there's nothing to fear; Only to know I'm led by His hand, Led by the Spirit to understand.
Turn thou to Love, divine and blest, Whate'er thy need may be; Turn to the Love that's ever near, That never fails to help and cheer, To light thy path, however drear. Turn thou to Love.
O love divine, to mortal thought transcendent, Cleanse thou the taint of earthly love and hate, Till, dead to self, our hearts shall be resplendent, In that Love-light of God inviolate. The choicest fruits of bliss the worldling treasures, Are empty husks to hearts that starve for Love; "Like tired children" sated with their pleasures, We turn from sense to find our joy above.
When clouds of error gather 'round, And dim seems Truth's fair light, When thou art drifting aimlessly Without a port in sight, Be calm, the Father's at the helm, A trustful pilot he, His hand is guiding thy frail bark Into a peaceful sea. Though doubts assail and fears oppress, Be calm, the Father's near, His "Fear thou not," and "Peace be still!" Thy listening soul shall hear.
I wait Thy time; My will is Thine To mould and make Thine own; I calm my human discontent, Reclaim the idle moments spent In vain attempts to make my own The cherished thing that Love has shown Awaits my life in future time, If I but blend my will with Thine.
Love is my God, forever near To comfort, and impart That sense of peace and rest, so dear To every trusting heart. In Love I move, and breathe, and live, 'Tis Love that hears my call, And quickly answers, blessings give, For Love is All-in-all.
Before them stretched the deep Red Sea; Behind them pressed the angry foe; And Israel's children cried with fear. Then spake forth Moses calm and slow "Stand still; and let God's glory show.
Not winged visitants with plumage bright, And robes that glisten, But loving thoughts, fresh winged with heavenly light. To those who listen.
Why toil we so in the darksome night, While winds and tempests toss the sea? We labor with care and with human might, Trusting alone to our own short sight; Why labor we so anxiously? Consider the lilies how they grow, Happily nodding the live-long day, They toil not, they spin not, nor trouble know, Sweet perfumes rise wherever they grow, And how much better are we than they! Behold the fowls of the air, they rise Above the earth and worldly things. Sweet songs come back from the azure skies, The fowl of the air sings while he flies, Can we not, too, while we labor, sing? My brother, my sister, rejoice while you go, It will lighten your burden though heavy it seems; When night comes on and the shadows grow, When tempests arise and the mad winds blow.