Questions & Answers
Establish Thou my ways, dear Lord, And safety shall attend The path my searching feet shall find Wherever roads may bend. Keep Thou my heart with diligence, And sheltered shall it be From human woes and bitterness That nothing have of Thee.
Thou'rt not alone, then; on thy journey go The way God designates, where'er it be; If in a desert place, there thou shalt know The angel of His presence walks with thee.
She goes so quietly her busy way One hardly knows she passes, yet the day Is gladdened by her eager, loving smile, And sorrow seems less sharp and real the while. For in her heart a well of love supplies Refreshment that sustains and satisfies Those suffering from sin or grief or pain, And leads their thoughts to God and peace again.
Oh, troubled heart, do not forget That Love divine has ever met Each human need; His gracious hand, His tender care, Doth guard and guide thee everywhere, And gently lead. Thou too may'st feel the touch divine Of healing Love.
Dear Father-Mother, I have often heard In morning's dewy gold, the startled cry And flutter of some hungry baby bird, And seen the tender mother swiftly fly With reassuring comfort to his aid: How little cause had he to be afraid! When I, like that small nestling, Father dear, Grow fretful, or impatient of Thy care, Remind me that the love which healed his fear Is present for our comfort everywhere; And that in peaceful trust we find Thee still, Not knowing aught beside Thy perfect will. And thus, dear Father-Mother, I would grow More tender still to serve Thee, glad and strong; Like that swift mother bird, so I would show Love's presence to the heart that suffers wrong.
Dear God, I need not strive for worldly honor, Nor for the praise of men— "The secret place" is where I long to dwell. As lowly flowers their sweetness freely give From out some ruin or in shaded glen, So may I dwell content, whate'er my lot, And live to glorify Thy name.
He taught the world that sickness was a wraith Which fled before the light of Love divine, That purest understanding, grown from faith, Could prove that Truth of which men sought a sign, Subdue the tempest, quiet stormy seas And cast out devils from the hearts of men, Declare unreal the phantom of disease, And bid the blind at last behold again. Upon the Mount he taught his own to pray The prayer of faith that heals and purifies, Forgiving even one who dared betray; He pierced the veil of error's dark disguise And, lifted past the bounds of human sight, Left to all men the miracle of light.
There is a tale of olden Bible days, That selfless valor's just award portrays. Tis told, with every entrance closely barred To his ancestral town by foes on guard, That in the heart of David longing woke, And, stirred by joys recalled, this wish he spoke: Oh, that someone would give, my thirst to sate, Water of Bethlehem's well, beside the gate! At this, three mighty men, with bold emprise, Brake through the hostile lines; secured the prize; Then, triumphing, their leader's side regained.
It is not mine to plan, or worry so. Mine to reflect, nor question as I go; Mine just to let Thy will be done in me, And know that naught can mar Thy perfect harmony, That all of joy and peace and happiness is mine If I but strive to mold my will to Thine.
O Love divine, whene'er my footsteps falter, Because I cannot seem to see the way, I thank Thee I can reach out in the darkness, And from my heart rejoicingly can say, I can be happy anywhere, In any place, since God is there. It may be that Thy gracious plans may take me To scenes and places hitherto unknown.