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The peaceful river in its flow Mirrors the radiant morning's glow, And glistening sunbeams dance their way Upon its surface, glad and gay; And in the quiet sunset hour It wears the hue of every flower, From faintest rose to brightest gold— Mother-of-pearl its ripples hold. Thus may the Sun of righteousness Shine forth in us to heal and bless; Its beams of light, reflected, shine In gladdening thoughts from Love divine.
There was a time when I approached each day With willful feet and calculating eyes, Like some young child who sees an offered prize And steps out greedily. I did not pray For guidance that I might not lose my way; I took the path that self-will justifies, Nor knew its tongue could only tell me lies About the goal, to lead my steps astray.
Let us seek Truth's holy temple, And with reverence enter there, Close the door to sense and sorrow, Lift our thoughts in silent prayer; Know that God through Christian Science Has revealed Himself to men; That the false beliefs of error Are but mortal dreams, and then Praise the Lord and count our blessings. Hearken not to error's voice, But with gratitude, thanksgiving, Count our blessings and rejoice.
Thou art free from harm or fear— Only God, none else is here. Spiritual, His wise design Keeps in safety thee and thine.
Oh , when the clouds break and the vision shines, Clear, radiant—unchanged in perfect grace— We wonder how we doubted or gave place To such a brood of fears and murmurings!
Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith—Matthew 6:30. The clouds float by on seraph wings; Care-free above the skylark sings, And soars, and sails on parted wings.
This house is filled with perfect light, For God is here with strength and might, His loving presence fills each room; There is no doubt, no fear, no gloom. Here peace and gratitude are found, For everywhere doth Love abound.
Oh , that I knew at last where I might find Him! So spake the way-worn pilgrim of the night— That I might come and tell Him of my yearning, And see His face, and hail Him with delight. Oh, that I knew at last where He abideth, That there I, too, might ever dwell with Him; That I might hear the tender voice which chideth The erring ones who stray in pathways dim.
Gentle winds, take my message as you go Into places dark with suffering and woe: I will answer to the call; I will freely give my all To bear the word of healing, the love of God revealing In boundless love and gladness for the world.
My God is all about me; from Him no power divides. He is my life, my being, and there is none besides.