[Written for the Sentinel]


I am so thankful, Lord of love, to know
That ceaselessly Thy living waters flow;
E'en though another find the fountain first,
Or with a readier cup allay his thirst,
Still on I press, rejoicingly, and know
That for each one those living water flow.

I am so glad that every step I take
Must lead me nearer to the promised light;
That every stumbling effort in the night
Insures a clearer view when dawn-clouds break;
And thus I find the way nor hard, nor long,
But I rejoice and measure it with song.

'Tis comfort, too, to know that Jesus trod
The thorny way that leadeth up to God;
For when my beacon seemeth far away,
And all along wild winds and storms find play,
I reap a wondrous courage as I go,
Finding heaven's light in every human glow.

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"Alertness to Duty"
March 3, 1928

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