The peaceful river in its flow
Mirrors the radiant morning's glow,
And glistening sunbeams dance their way
Upon its surface, glad and gay;
And in the quiet sunset hour
It wears the hue of every flower,
From faintest rose to brightest gold—
Mother-of-pearl its ripples hold.
Thus may the Sun of righteousness
Shine forth in us to heal and bless;
Its beams of light, reflected, shine
In gladdening thoughts from Love divine.
And Spirit's tenderness and grace
Glow sweet and fair in every face;
When we are still, and look above,
We joyously reflect God's love.
