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So brightly burns Love's holy glow, So constant shines its light, That none may claim they do not know The pathway through the night. For see, 'tis lit by Love divine, To trace for us His wise design.

Blest, sacred wilderness, no more forlorn! In your embosomed majesty Is held the glory of a risen morn, Joyous, divine, sublimely free! Darkling, yet beautiful; what fruitage springs From fertile fields of loneliness! For here divine Love angel-comfort brings To feed man's higher self, and bless. No progress Spiritward can mortals make Until your blessings they have sought, Rejoicing as from Love supreme they take The lessons that seem dearly bought! In loneliness the glories of God's day Take form; and thus it is mankind Becomes enlightened, as the shadows gray Dissolve before the power of Mind! Blest wilderness! Your promise is fulfilled; Love's dayspring glorious is here; All grief and pain and selfishness is stilled.

The way seemed dark, the path too steep, My soul grew troubled and alarmed; Love softly said, Be still, and know, And gently led me through unharmed. Want reached its hungry hands toward me, And seemed the whole wide world to fill — I feared, and turned to God in prayer, And then Love whispered, Peace, be still! The road was long, my weary heart Grew faint and thought the goal delayed, Grew fearful of the days to come, Until Love said, Be not afraid.

God's angels come at dawn of day With messages of cheer To lead me in the narrow way And prove His presence here. Should trials beset, an angel-thought Reality reveals! The "still small voice" with comfort fraught Enlightens me and heals.

'Twas not his overturning of tables, Nor the scourge! In all my grasping, clutching greed of years, Think ye I never met the eye of wrath, Or dodged a challenge to my heaped-up gain? But, oh, the look— Something within that look! It flashed all plain; The scourge he used to beat away the brute, Was not the thing he held there in his hand, Leaving me all untouched, all safe! They say 'twas tables that he overturned— I know Something was overturned within myself; I first saw Truth, saw Love— Love that can scourge to bless— And all my wealth, I knew, was in that Love; The only temple was the new, new life He opened up to me in that one look.

Father , I am resting, resting In the peace Thy love has brought, Peace which passeth understanding Calms my troubled thought. When the storm clouds lower around me, While the tempest still is high, I may hear Christ's tender message: Fear not! It is I.

In the beauty of the rose, In the evening star that glows, God is speaking to my soul, Telling me of Love's control. And within each tiniest flower I can see the Father's power; His own beauty of design In the tall and fragrant pine.

The children begged, I know not why, The story of the cross. And must I tell to such as these The pain of earthly anguishes, The sorrow and the loss? Such little hands that cross to bear, Such little feet to follow where The Son of Man had moved! O Son of Man, so greatly loved, How may I lead them gently there And, witness to thy word? And, on the mount of Calvary, How lift them up that they may see The message of their Lord? Yet hand in hand we climb the way To see what wondrous things we may And as we reach the height, we pray.

I know not, Love, whither Thou guidest me. The sunset's fire is palled in gathering clouds; Keen gusts race madly o'er the desolate sea, Lift the broad sail and strain the moaning shrouds; Behind, a frowning shadow, swift receding, The lifeless shore beholds us onward speeding.

To see the silver shining through the cloud, And heaven's blue when all our skies seem gray; To sing of sunshine when the storm is loud, And greet with gratitude each newborn day; To find a rainbow in the blinding rain, And springtime promise though the snow lie white; To sing of courage through the moment's pain, And hold one's gaze all steadfast to the light; To lift the burden from some sorrowing heart, Forgetting thus a while the load we bear; To hold each hour sacred, set apart, In which to prove God's tender, loving care; To bring the smiles again to tear-filled eyes, Sweet hope to hearts bowed down in heaviness— Is to discern the path where freedom lies, The path that leads to God, and happiness.