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THE BETTER WAY

How can I help my brother man To see the nothingness of sin While I condemn him in my heart And fail to guard or discipline My thoughts? What right have I to judge Another's actions by my own? To see man as God's perfect child Will free us both, and Christ enthrone.

DEMONSTRATION

The giant redwood stretches toward the sky Its green-leafed boughs that speak a silent prayer For light and warmth of sunlight. Thus do I Uplift my thought above a sense of care, Out of the mortal dream into the clear White light of Truth, wherein no error dwells.

APPROBATION

Help me to glory in Thy praise And not the praise of man, To turn from worldly codes, to love Thy precepts, live Thy plan. Thus, for Thine approbation, Lord.

THE CHRISTIAN

Serene I trust in Love divine. And in this trust fear has no part; Freed from its bands the grace is mine Of a restored and tranquil heart.

WE ARE THE CHILDREN

We are the children of God's tender care, Embraced forever in His steadfast love; This is the love His sons and daughters share. We are the children of God's tender care, Each one a precious child and precious heir, Receiving every good gift from above.

"STRETCH FORTH THY HAND"

" Stretch forth thy hand. " The blessed Master spoke, And freed the trusting servant from his yoke Of bondage, proving matter never can Obscure the birthright of the perfect man.

MOMENTS WITH THE MASTER

" Let not your heart be troubled," Jesus said, And told them why. He pointed to a flower, Growing in gladness through a summer hour.

THE READING ROOM

A haven of peace where storms and clouds subside, Through earnest prayer and joyous consecration. A mountaintop to meet God face to face And drink once more the wine of inspiration.

THE DIVINE INVITATION

What tender words the gentle Master spoke To draw the weary ones, that they might hear The healing message that he came to bring. All down the centuries those sweet words ring, "Come unto me and I will give you rest.

RED ROCK

When hate seemed near Or adulation lay Like heavy mist Above the changing bay, She sought a spot Apart, as Jesus did, to pray. This bare red rock Became a holy ground Where, pure in heart, She heard the heavenly sound Of angel voices near, Above the steady pound Of Red Rock's surf.