Now the ills of flesh surround us,
Oft the storm clouds hide the sun,
But though dark the night around us,
Day is breaking further on;
Further onward all the mists and clouds are gone.
Here the thorns with flowers are growing;
Rough and weary is our path;
Gentle waters seldom flowing
In the desert ways of earth,
Further onward, sweet immortal springs have birth.
"Press onward"—hear the Voice whose sweetness
Was born of Love for us, and grew,
Tuned to harmony's perfectness,
Into the song the angels knew;
Further onward we shall join the chorus too.
We will leave our Leader never—
But will calmly onward press,
'Till we dwell with her forever
'Mid celestial blessedness,
Joyously exalted in God's eternal rest.
A corrupt mind is manifested in a corrupt body. Lust, malice, and all sorts of evil, are diseased beliefs, and you can only destroy them by destroying the wicked motives which produced them. If the evil has ended in the conscious mortal mind, while its effects still remain on the unconscious, you can remove this disorder only as God's law is fulfilled, when punishment has cancelled the crime.—Science and Health
