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Peace is a tranquil starlight shining, Peace is a warm soft moonlight glow; Peace is God's love in hearts reflected; Peace is what all God's children know.
ON a morning long ago Earth was bright with sunrise glow; Forth upon a troubled quest Fared a king, distraught, oppressed. He who ruled supreme o'er men Hast'ning to the lions' den Cried with voice lamentably, Can thy God deliver thee? Still the worldlings' anxious thought Questions what God's hand hath wrought; Fearing now, as they did then, Still the query comes from men, Still the answer heals and cheers Down the vista of the years: God the beast controls, and He By His love delivers me.
More beautiful the beauty of the flower, More sweet the song of bird and hum of bee. More grand the lofty mountain range and peak, More blue the azure of the sky and sea, Because I know Thy spirit pure Doth walk with me and make secure, And all the good I say and do Thou dost protect, and tak'st me through The waves of sense, which dash and foam, And guid'st me on to Thy dear home.
Forsaking the far country, famine scourged, Weary of wanton waywardness and urged By wakened memories, he homeward turned To find again the love once lightly spurned. This youthful prodigal, so debonair, So strong before, eager alone to fare, Now undeceived, his course repentant took, A suppliant, with humble, downcast look.
Into the village he went— The village of Bethany, The Nazarene, the man of power, Of gentle dignity. And into her house did Martha receive him, Hastening to render with housewifely care Of the best she might give of service there.
We have been blind, O Lord, Though we have walked abroad; The veil of mortal sense hid from our eyes All that we might have seen, All that was good and fair. For us no sun of righteousness could rise, Nor might celestial glory fill the skies; For mortal sight sees not, is ever blind, Unconscious of the all-creative Mind, Unconscious of Thy universe, Men, blinded by disease and sin's dread curse.
Day by day and hour by hour, In His love, Sin and sickness have no power, In His love; When clouds of sense disperse and flee, Revealing heaven's pure light to me, I rest in peace and joy, and see Just His love. Month by month and year by year, In His love, All that's false will disappear, In His love; Then with perfect vision clear, Life and Truth and Love appear; I am content—my all is here, Just His love.
To know Thee, Lord, as I am known of Thee, Oh, wondrous thought! To see as Thou dost see! This goal to reach, my prayer must ceaseless be. Then teach me, Lord, to pray.
At sunset time there comes to me A vision of the far-off sea That Jesus loved, in Galilee. A scene of peace at daylight's close, When evening sky so, brightly glows With golden clouds and hues of rose.
Winging towards celestial fire, Up to the golden sunset flames, See him mounting—higher, higher— As if rejecting earthly claims. And soon below, in milder radiance, He will sing, here, on this tree, Pouring forth cascading gladness In a shower, for you and me.