Poems

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"NOW IS COME SALVATION."

FLORENCE H. MILLER.

What shall I render?
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WHAT THE MASTER SAYS TO ME

Cassius M. Loomis.

Can you hear the whisper low — in the trees,Just at nightfall, when the sighing evening breezeFills the sacred moments with repose?

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Anthology of classic articles

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From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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AT CHRISTMAS-TIDE

REV. WILLIAM P. MC KENZIE.

At Christmas-tide men's hearts grow kind,The Bethlehem babe restrains their pride:The whole world feels the Christ-child's mindAt Christmas-tide.

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THE ETERNAL GOODNESS

[At this time.
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THE OLDEST CHRISTIAN HYMN

In Book III.
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A GARDEN HYMN

EVA LORD PLUMMER.

My garden glowsWith flowers of God's adorning,His goodness showsThis lovely sunlit morning.

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Get to know God: The “omnis”

Listen to gain deeper insight into the four “omnis”—omnipresence, omnipotence, omniscience, and omniaction.

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From Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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From Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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THE MASTER'S WORK

AGNES FLORIDA CHALMERS

The Master always found his work to do,In desert place, on lonely sea or coast.
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THE KING

LAURA GERAHTY.

O THE glare and the glamor, the noise and rush, The hurrying reckless speed.
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THE HOUR OF PRAYER

HUGH MORETON FREWEN.

In that intense and spiritual calmI seemed to stand upon a little hill;The world's unrest of sorrow and alarmSank into silent valleys and was still;The dissonance and claim of mortal willMerged into concord; in that one supremeAll-glorious moment, every sense of illWas swept away on some supernal stream.
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THANKSGIVING

MARY WHEELER.

The sweet-brier boasts nor voice nor speech,No tongue the clover hath;Mute is the garden's rainbow reach;Yet perfumed joy each breathes to each,From June to aftermath.
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A SCOTCH SUNSET

WINIFRED BORLEE.

The day is waning! See, afar,Night's herald trims her peaceful light;As dew there falls on vale and heightThe silence of the evening star.
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CHRISTIAN SCIENCE

PETER E. MACKAY.

The night was dark without a star,Hope shunned a cold and cheerless clime,When, like a shipwrecked mariner,I trembled on the shore of time.