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Show WHAT WOULDST , THOU CHOOSE? I I would munt beyond tho bright stars, Beyond the glowing, burning sunt), To that eternal Source of Light And Llfo that Is my Father's Throne I would dwell within His perfect dwcllng place, ' I can, I will! for all Ills gifts are mlao To cuoo.te. U unto Him I lifted be, I shall draw others unto -me. i i The precious gifts ot good, ot love, I ot truth, I Ot health and power to serve my ' fellows, I All these are mine to chooso; I chooao and use them nowl In this, my choice all-willing servo, 'And sorvJng others, lift them ton- derly, Lift up my brother's, and their loads The burdens once they chose, Shal fall away as each shall rlec, I t In aspiration to tho highest good; Sorrows, onco elapsed and brooded n'or, Shall fade In light ot selfless, love. ' I would bo pure 'tls don el I would bo strong all strength Is mine! . I It I but chooso to liso I am arlsenl O loving Master! hadst Thou pined and sighed, And, walling woes, "I cannot" cried, Whom to tho Father bad been lifted lift-ed upt Thou, Chrlsted, didst my grief conr sume, Undaunted, quaffed the cup, Thus, in thy strength to bear and serva, "All mo.i are lifted up!" O Sun! that in effulgence beams, Thy distance hath no bars; As gerat a brightness 'round ua gleams As glow In many stars, Tho llgnt, of service and of love, aives radlanco more bright than stars, u More glorious than the sun. What ot the dark? Bring there thy light, Behold! tho shadows flees; What of .man's tears? Teach blm thy Joys; The gifts of God are these. White lilies bloom midst scum and mire, And gating on their snows, Man's thoughts Is lifted to the light, Blossoms of good ho knows. No soul Is vile that seeks the true; Seek then all good and use thine own, Ye shall not fall who strives to do, And unto Height of heights, God's lofe, Thou'It lifted bel -- Then as thyself to selfishness art raised. Thou d rawest myriads souls with th:e. Aletheln. |
