Poems

Be strong, dear heart, for all is well; E'en though destruction, death, or hell Seem present, we know God is here! Love fills all space, there's nought to fear. Be still, dear heart; know that the peace Of Life divine can never cease; The time draws near when all shall own That God is Lord and Lord alone.

We cannot say when we begin or when we cease to pray; Within our hearts a thirst unslaked constrains us night and day To listen for our Father's voice, to seek His tender care, And when the tempter lifts his head, our refuge find in prayer. But never need we plead with God, the omnipresent Mind, To change the plans which He evolves for those our hands designed.

There is surcease from keenest pain, There is release from sin's dark stain, When I let God be God to me. Within Love's all-embracing arms, I hide me safe from fear's alarms; And worldly pleasures come to be But tinkling cymbals unto me.

Come , weary hearts, and fearful hearts, And hearts bowed low with sin, The ark of God awaiteth you— Love bids you enter in. Here is no sound of earthly woe, Nor war's unholy din.

Majestic the might our Saviour lived, Vanquishing every ill, Proving dominion over sin, Bidding the storms be still; Healing the sorrowing, sick, and lame, Raising the earth-bound dead, Feeding the hungry multitude, Giving them heavenly bread. Majestic the meekness our Saviour lived, The love that his works explained, Bringing the light of Truth to men, A ministry God-ordained; Tenderly marking the upward way, Hearing the words, "Well done," In triumph, bending beneath the cross, Wearing the crown of Son.

" I will arise and go to my father. " The husks of sense are sheer futility.

"Thy kingdom come," dear God, I pray, Reveal to all Thy perfect way; "Give us this day our daily bread," For by Thy Word shall we be fed. "Thy kingdom come," in love and power.

Alone with God? Does that mean hearts forlorn, Self-pity looking on its wounds, with tear For human hopes departed, once so dear, But now, because of many stripes, forsworn? Ah, no! That was the night, this is the morn! The emptiness is gone, the fullness here Of God's great love, so tender and so near, That now we know, in joy and peace reborn. Alone with God, then, means no loneliness, But recognition of a presence wide And limitless as Life, to wholly bless Those who, forsaking error, self, and pride, Rejoice in everlasting holiness, And now, at one with God, in peace abide.

The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall not want. If I but follow where His wisdom leads, I shall have pastures with abundant food, Good opportunities to fit my needs, And peace by little streams of quiet mood.

" The rich in spirit help the poor. "* They bless With living gold and wealth of tenderness.