[Written for the Sentinel]

The Upward Path

Wherever Thou wouldst have me serve Thee, Father,
Fill Thou my heart with joy to do Thy will;
For I would follow, not with lagging footsteps,
The inner voice of Truth, so small, so still.

The road to Thee leads ever upward, Father,
And when I say, Here, Lord, am I, send me,
E'en though it seems to wind within the valley,
The mountain height above the mist I see.

How sweet it is to labor in Thy vineyard,
And help to rend the seeming fleshly veil.
Thus do we find and hold enduring substance,
The seed within itself, which cannot fail.

So, let me follow gladly where Thou leadest,
In faithfulness and deep humility;
That I may stand upon the mount of vision,
And see beyond the mists—eternity.

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On the Handling of Error
April 28, 1928

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