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Our God requireth it: The voice divine that gave the stern command To Egypt's king to "let my people go," Still rings above the tumult and the strife Of mortal sense to set all people free From error's thrall; to break the dream of days That were; to lift the burden of past years, And human history with all its trail Of fears and woes and darkling memories, And vain regrets or yearnings o'er lost hopes All these must fade from thought and come to seem As though they ne'er had even claimed to be, For God requireth it. And so the weight of yesterdays falls off, The shadow of past errors fades from sight, Stilled are the whisperings of discontent, Restored the years that were the locust's spoil.
Beside the pool, in desert wastes, Along the lonely road, On crowded city thoroughfares— Wherever men abode— There Jesus walked as one who served, And troubled mankind healed, And through his wondrous words and deeds God's love for man revealed. Within the temple questioning, Out on the storm-tossed sea, Upon the hill of Golgotha, At one with God was he, Expressing wisdom, peace, and love, Reflecting Life divine, And we must follow in his steps— This is your task, and mine.
From market place and home they come, From office desk and field, For Truth across the waking earth Its trumpet-voice has pealed. The brethren called of biding Love As one in God agree, And from infesting human ills True worship sets them free.
Use me in Thy service, Lord, I would work for Thee, To perform each lowly task In love's simplicity. Faithful to Thy service, Lord.
Affliction seemed to hold me bound, And helplessness to be my plight, Until I sought my God, and found In Him my health, my life, my light. I felt His loving, healing grace, His holy, omnipresent power, Which knows no limit, time nor space, But blesses all through every hour.
Think you while loving matter, love is pure; While clasping things of earth, your wealth secure? Think you the search for pleasure, happiness, Or life, is Life, while clothed in mortal dress? How often we would justify desire. Possessing loved ones will, we think, inspire Some endless joy.
Teach me to love, To know, to do Thy will, that I may share all good with those Who seek their woes to still. Teach me to love, That every word and deed May give to all a lasting peace And comfort in their need.
I pressed my cup of joy against my heart— It must be held so close to save it all! But with each hurried, anxious step some part Was lost. In tears I watched the last drop fall.
My heart is weary, Lord. Oh, let me know The power of Truth which Thou canst e'er bestow, So that these earnest longings, ill-expressed, Find comfort in Thy love, and I am blessed.
This thy privilege, thy part— To love the Lord with all thy heart; With all thy soul, with all thy mind, In Him thy loving service find. In sweet obedience let His hand Guide thee to reach the promised land.