Poem April 5, 1952 Issue

IMMANUEL

Violet Hay

Dear Father-Mother God that changeth never,
Unfolding good reveals Thy perfect plan.
We thank Thee for Thy Christ that coming ever
Doth take of Thine and show it unto man.
We praise the glorious light to us revealing
The power and Science of the Christ again.
In that true light we find our peace and healing
And wake from earthly dreams of fear and pain.

And so, with joy, Wherever Thou art guiding,
Our feet shall tread the fair or rugged ways.
The healing Comforter with us abiding,
Our works shall show, our hearts shall sing, Thy praise.
Thou art the Life in whom we all are living,
Thou art the Love in whom we safely dwell,
Thou art the Truth, to us our freedom giving;
We prove Thy presence—O Immanuel!

Violet Hay

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