Poem August 25, 1934 ISSUE

Present Praise

JOHN WHITE

The breaking morn, refreshed with sparkling dew;The busy noontide too;And radiant evening, coloring the west,With night, for needful rest,Are not, as heretofore, mere fleeting time,But cycles for sublimeAnd ceaseless thanks to God, wherein to bringOur instant praise, and sing!For now, unfolding to our inward sightBy Scripture's unlocked light,Is seen a nobler man, gracious and kind,Likeness of perfect Mind,Reflecting love, joy, goodness, peace, and health—Spirit's unfailing wealth!In man's glad sonship, then, let us rejoiceWith heart and ampler voice,And thanks unceasing to the Father giveIn whom we ever live.

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