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When mortal thoughts would press most heavily, And argue in behalf of every foe That tries to bind with morbid dreams of woe, And cloud my understanding that makes free, Dear God, then help me wake, and lift my eyes Unto the mount, and with that vision know Thy allness heals—destroying sin's disguise.
Peace , the cherished hope of ages, Peace secure from hatred's dream— Fervent hearts in eager watching See its promise brighter gleam. Men and nations groping, moving Toward the universal right, Mark the dawn of tranquil union, Gladdening sign of unselfed might.
It seems so small, dear God, What I can give to Thee of love and praise; Yet here my heart doth offer all its store Of grateful service, and I pray for more Humility and understanding light To better worship Thee in all my ways— Reflecting thus Thy might.
Mid strife and hate he heard Love's harmony, In Love's irradiance lost the glooms of sense; So clear beholding Love's omnipotence O'er death itself he won the victory! That Love is Life, to show humanity, Such wealth of understanding to dispense His all he gave, and gained all recompense— His crowning proof of Love's supremacy! We, too, must listen for Love's melody, Rejoice as up the hill of grief we go, In triumph over every seeming foe, Thus proving Love alone reality, Till with our Saviour's vision we shall see, The glory of his resurrection know.
The umber shadows wane. Vague dreams have gone; And to Mind's holy temple you have climbed.
The April sun rose up to see How beautiful the earth might be. It kissed the vapor from the hills, Dried up the tears that April spills, And icy chains that bound the rills It broke—and set them free! Mist, water, ice, these three are one, And vanish 'neath the April sun.
How amiable Thy tabernacles, Lord, How beautiful the vision all divine Of sanctuary hid with Christ in God! Look Thou, O Love, on Thine anointed; shine! Shine out through them to bless all humankind, In good works let their lives redound to Love, In wisdom lead them on from strength to strength, For thus they will Thy perfect beauty prove. Within Thine altar's courts, O Lord of hosts, Birds sing in rapturous safety with their young.
I carry with me as I go All that I know of heaven, And from each lesson rightly learned I glean the joy that I have earned, And more of glory is discerned By Love's tuition given. I look, and see my brother man His home of hope defining.
The powers of darkness—what are they? Mere phantoms of thy fear— Denounce them! They are nothingness, For God, thy light, is here. False dreams are they—God made us free; To us dominion's given.
Enslaving chains of habits and of fears Are broken oft but by our scalding tears; Thoughtlessly we so often seek to cling To things which only vain regrets can bring; Then in our desperation we reach out For hope and comfort—yes, through many a doubt; And Truth triumphant casts its beam of light, And consciousness emerges from the night. Then opened eyes behold that things once great Have lost so much of their important weight; The fires of Spirit have consumed the dross, And there, where mortal mind had pictured loss, We find ourselves possessing nuggets rare, Dug from the depths, where anguish and despair Had seemed to be.