Poems

I Thank Thee, God, That Thou Art All

MARGARET MITTS

When I do know that Thou art All, O God,A sense of calm assurance comes; and thoughMy path be strewn with obstacles, I findIt possible to follow on, my handIn Thine! And as Thou leadest me beyondThe maze where fear or doubt would baffle me,Oh, then I pause in deep humility,My heart to rest within Thy wondrous light,My feet to stand more firmly on the rock,My voice to cry aloud in gratitudeThat Thou art All.

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Humility

MABEL CONE BUSHNELL

THE Master's true humility, His unselfed love, Taught gentle, willing fisher folk Truth from above.

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Substance

BLANCHE MURIEL HOUSDEN

DIVINE ideas abound eternally, For Mind omniscient is and infinite, And ever has, and will, unceasingly Fulfill each promise set in Holy Writ.

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From Sense to Soul

MARDEL E. TOBIAS

LIST , O tired one in the valley, To thy Saviour's "Peace, be still.

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Our Goal

EUNICE M. BRONSON

To hold such kindness in our every thought That even those we chance to meet In ways most casual may sometimes feel A gentle sense of peace, A pure serenity, As when the sweet and unexpected breath Of flowers rare May sometimes steal upon us unaware, And leave us strangely glad.

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The Burning Bush

MARGARET ASHMUN

When Moses saw the burning bush,He turned aside from where he went,Alone amid the desert's hush,With that white flame that flared unspent.

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Gratitude

ANITA WELLS

For peace—the fruit of knowing Thee as All,As Life divine, which never dies,As Truth, which frees from mortal lies,As Love, sublime, which satisfiesAnd lifts us high above the world of strife,Which stills our sorrow, pain, despair,Eliminates all anxious care,And guides our feet from evil's snare;For peace, the fruit of Truth and Love and Life,O Thou almighty One above,Accept our gratitude and love!

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"When the morning stars sang together"

LEAFFA LAURA C. RANDALL

"When the morning stars sang together,"Man was there, shouting for joy,Beholding with gladness God's creation,Forever unfolding,Governed by Love,And held in Mind eternal.

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Lord, Is It I?

RITA BERMAN

They that did sit and eat with Jesus thereOn that sad passover in distant timeWere such as I and all who sojourn here—Eager like Peter, or like Philip groping;Like Thomas doubting; vain like James and JohnOnce long before, thinking he 'd favor them above the rest.