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LOVE'S LIGHT

EDMUND K. GOLDSBOROUGH, JR.

Love's light is here, though storms may seem to beatAnd clouds to hover o'er the rugged way;Yet Truth's pure beams reveal the perfect day,And we may rest forever at Christ's feet.
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THE FISHERS

PRISCILLA C. GOODWYN

Sea-beaten, weary, toiling through the nightThe "children" came, grief-burdened with their loss.

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Get to know God: The “omnis”

Listen to gain deeper insight into the four “omnis”—omnipresence, omnipotence, omniscience, and omniaction.

From Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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ASCRIPTION

ROBERT DE BRUCE.

Praised be the God of love, of light divine!Be praised, thou Spirit of abundant lifeWhose noon is now, whose dawn was when the ChristOn earth the real in the ideal did blend!To Thee, whose light streams forth from realms of lightIn glorious joy, fulfilling hope, and withThe radiant force of Truth's all-healing powerDost flow into our lives, revealing eachLike Christ, Thy child, fair, upright, pure and free:To Thee be might, dominion, majesty!

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PRAYER

KATHARINE J. SMITH.

I crossed a road where wild pathetic roses fellAt feet of fleeting June, whose fingers magicalDrew resinous charm from flow'ring Gilead's balm;I mourned that I had missed the petals' full-blown grace,Yet on a tide of summer air,Faint attar, presence-like and rare,Breathed that the rose hath life beyond her rooted place.
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HOLD ON!

ROSE HENNIKER HEATON.

Hold on, O sailor, to the broken mast,Hold fast!Grip tight, though both your hands grow numb and coldStill hold!Though blinded by the spray—your strength nigh gone,Hold on!For lo! no farther than yon floating buoyI hear the bosun's cheery—Ship ahoy!
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LIFE ETERNAL

WILLIS E. BLOOMFIELD.

Mortality is but a transient seeming,Which some day shall be swallowed up in LifeWhen we awake from dreamingOf matter, pain, and strife,And grow into sure consciousnessThat being in its perfectnessIs knowledge of man's Principle, of Love,In which we live and move.

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These books healed me

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on how the Bible and Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy heal.

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These books healed me

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on how the Bible and Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy heal.

From Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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From Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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THE DAUNTLESS HEART

ISABELLE W. PEMBROOK.

Deep in my consciousness I feel a pulseOf energy undying.
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SEARCHING AND FINDING

WILLIAM SYMONDS.

Long years I spent in searching after God!I found Him not in pleasure or in strife;Perceived Him not behind the chastening rod,For I believed that matter harbors life.
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CONSCIOUSNESS

ALICE HARRIMAN

Art conscious of the first faint flush of dawn,When sleepy night draws back the shades of morn?
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A MORNING SONG

LAWRENCE BRAINERD.

As we journey on the pathwayOf our course from sense to Soul,And behold with raptured visionLove's sure heritage, our goal,Let us then a gladsome greetingGive each brother on the way,Who perhaps may see less clearlyEvery blessing of the day;That his heart may take fresh courage,And may join us in our songWhich we sing with full assuranceOf deliverance from all wrong.
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A SONG OF DOMINION

MARY J. ELMENDORF.

I hear the calling of clarion voices,I feel the sweeping of wings,And the radiant heart of me, leaping, rejoicesAnd clearly, triumphantly sings.
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"NOT TO THE SWIFT."

WARWICK JAMES PRICE.

Last night, in the city's heavy heat,My ears were filled with the weary droneOf sullen sound from the restless street,Telling in ceaseless monotoneOf unending struggle for wordly place,Of the feverish fight for empty pelf,With the only meeds of the headlong raceThe wages of sin and the shackles of self.