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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 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. " 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.
" Let not your heart be troubled," Jesus said, And told them why. He pointed to a flower, Growing in gladness through a summer hour.
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.
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.
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.
" Lovest thou me?" the Master said, And Peter fervently and eagerly avowed, "Yea, Lord, thou knowest that I love thee. " But he who overcame the grave and death Must have assurance that his work would stand, His flock be cared for; "Feed my lambs," he said.
As Truth is true, immutable, supreme, Upon this rock of Truth we build our house, The consciousness of ever-present good. Though storms assail and rains descend in floods, Fear not; your dwelling place in Christ abides.
Teach me, O Lord, that simple grace Which sanctifies the lowliest place, Inspiring every thought and act With gentleness and kindly tact, So that the humblest words of mine May breathe the Spirit that is Thine; And though my task seem slight and small Let me trace Thy will in all, Not seeking honor in fine deeds, But serving where another needs, So striving that at last I meet The Master at my brother's feet.