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"He that believeth on me, the works that I do shall lie do also; and greater works than these shall he do because I go to my Father. " Jesus.
Long years ago o'er Bethlehem There shone a star, Guiding by Love the three wise men From lands afar; Where in a lowly manger lay The Christ-child sweet. Wisdom and learning, reverent, knelt, Low at his feet.
With faith unshadowed by the night, Undazzled by the day, With hope that plumed thee for the flight, And courage to assay, God sent thee from the crowded ark, Christ-bearer, like the dove, To find, o'er sundering waters dark, New lands for conquering love. — John B.
Along the path that measures time We move in grooves which Mind evolves, And mirror forth a life sublime If guided by divine resolves. We trace the warp and woof of thought Which forms the tapestry of Mind, And in the tracing Truth is caught, Which is the Life of all mankind.
He sits enthroned who sits supreme Above the passions of his clay; Nor fears remorse, nor feels the scourge Of conscience at the end of day. He has no greed for wealth that's won By bargain in the marts of sin, Nor lust for fame whose paans mock The hollow heart that wails within.
O Lord of Life! Let Truth and Love Flow from thy servant's lips, To help some pilgrim rise above To everlasting bliss. O free his mind from sin and death, And let the words of Life Shine into every loving heart, And drive out hate and strife.
IN God we are. O blessed thought Through which Christ's miracles are wrought.
O GOD, Our Father in Thy light, All darkness flees away; Thou fountain of immortal bliss, Revealing perfect day. While in this stream of golden light, We bathe our spirits now, We live anew, we lose our guilt, And to Thy Love we bow.
Oh hated envy! 'tis thine to criticise The well-meant efforts of the good and wise. To blight the hopes of him whose aim is higher Than thou thyself wouldst venture to aspire; To cast a slur upon each honest deed, And grudgingly allow the well-earned meed; Most reprehensible, in great minds seen; Most lamentable, in the weak and mean; Thou art the foster-mother of foul hate That scoffs because it cannot imitate.
With thought wide open to error's sea Is heard the billow's roar. While Truth's unbroken harmony Rolls on its peaceful shore.