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LOVE'S GLAD MESSAGE

SARAH MC BRIDE.

Thankfulness and praise abounding,Hark the glad hosannas sounding,Earth and heaven their welcome sing,Christ is risen and doth bringHealing to both serf and king.
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A RAY OF LIGHT

AGNES FLORIDA CHALMERS.

Perplexed with problems of a weary day,Condemning all whose words had caused me pain,I turned with lagging step my homeward way,And prayed that I might find the light again.

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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

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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IMMANUEL

WILLARD M. GRIMES.

Years had I toiled, yet toiling only seemedTo bring me failure, where I hoped success,Bearing me farther from the prize I sought.

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THOU KNOWEST BEST

EUGENIA BEATRICE MABURY

In other days of other years afar,To all life's vaunting joys I gladly turned,Mine own self-will, my happiness, the quest—And yet in vain! For this I had not learned:Thou knowest best.
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TRANSITION

MARY L. CUMMINS

"Where art thou?
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I pray not for a day of rest,...

Jenny A. Pamperin

I pray not for a day of rest,But long Thy will to doIn quiet way;I only crave Thy sanction blestIn all I strive to wooThis God-giv'n day.

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Changing your world

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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SYMBOL AND REALITY

DAVID F. GARTON

Deep in the quiet of the wood I sit,Embowered in sylvan beauty fresh and green;Where happy birds are singing as they flit,And nothing seems to mar the peaceful scene.
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"PEACE, BE STILL"

ARKY D. CONNER.

When the waves dash high and the storm-winds roar,And my barque seems frail and lone,When far, far away is the sheltering shore,And so near the seething foam;Through the starless night comes a gleam of light,As I lift mine eyes to thee,And above the tempest thy "Peace, be still,"Commands the turbulent sea.
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Man was not made for things that leave us...

Aubrey de Vere

Man was not made for things that leave us,For that which goeth and returneth,For hopes that lift us yet deceive us,For love that wears a smile yet mourneth;Not for fresh fruits from the dead leaves springingThe cyclic recreation which, at best,Yields us—betrayal still to promise clinging—But tremulous shadows of the realm of rest:For things immortal man was made,God's image, latest from His hand.
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ANGELS OF THOUGHT

LILLIAN BARKER BEEDE.

Angels of thought in their heavenward flightBore on their pinions this prayer one night,Woven with love in the silent loom,Fragrant with faith through the seeming gloom:I thank Thee, Lord, for knowing,For courage to declare,Thought all to sense is darkness,The light of Truth is there.
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TRANSFIGURATION

MARY L. CUMMINS.

To scale the height with thee, thou Christ divine,To find my consciousness fresh filled with thine,To learn of thee in lone communion sweetAnd feel my thought go out Truth's thought to meet!Oh, then, as from the mount my steps descend—This mount of Love—I lift my eyes and seeThe poor, the sick, the sinning, needing thee,And stretch out hands to all humanity,That to the Father's house their feet may wend.
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HO! COME YE TO THE WATERS!

CHAS. C. SANDELIN.

Ho ! Come ye to the waters! Drink! No feeFor all thou drinkest shall be required of thee;For free to all this precious draft is given,To high, to low, to whole or riven,Who thirst in darkness, knowing not that here—Aye, at their side—is water pure and clear.