Questions & Answers
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.
Are you afraid? Then love, For Love doth cast out fear. And are you poor? Then count Your blessings ever here.
All through the night the storm is raging, The howling wind, the torrent's roar; Destructive elements seem waging An endless fight—earth shrinks before Their seeming power—but with the morning She smiles again, her battle won; With shining tears her face adorning She greets the coming of the sun. And so may I, when storms of error Have surged about me through the night, Be still and know its phantom terror Will flee before the coming light.