Let my voice ring out and over the earth,
Through all the grief and strife,

With a golden joy in a silver mirth,
Thank God for Life.

Let my voice swell out through the great abyss,

To the azure dome above,

With a chord of faith in the harp of bliss
Thank God for Love.

Let my voice thrill out beneath and above,
The whole world through;

O my love and life, O my life and love,
Thank God for you.

JAMES THOMSON.

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Almighty God, the Life of all, we thank Thee for the life in us which suggests Thine own, which dignifies service, enriches sympathy, gives majesty. to beautiful forms, and makes all things new. thank Thee, too, for the love that makes the life possible, that inspires to noble action, that endures all things, that masters all, that never fails. We remember before Thee those who make Thy love and life real to us, our friends and comrades, all who wrought righteousness and lead us still. May we, as they, bring truth and faith and courage to all about us. May we all be able to thank God for the love and life we reveal. Amen.

C. T. BILLINGS.

I prayed for vengeance on my foe;
My soul spat forth in spiteful spell;
My prayer reached not the ear of God,
But fraught with hate came back from hell.

I prayed that Fortune purchase me
High place, and pleasures with her pelf;
Nor God nor demon marked my plea
My prayer concentered to myself.

Again I prayed for my dread foe,

This time that God's sweet grace be given
That I forgive the bitter wrong;

And lo! my prayer was heard in heaven.
THEODORE JACKSON GREEN.

Heavenly Father, give us grace to know the full value of every human soul. All souls are divine, all souls are spiritual children of Thine. Out of true sympathy and love like Thine for all Thy children, may we shed abroad throughout the world a true reverence for the worth and dignity of every human soul. So shall we forgive not only those who have injured us, but, much more difficult, those whom we have injured. Purify and perfect us all through the power of love and bring us more and more together in the great spiritual realities. Amen.

FREDERICK M. BENNETT.

I do not ask that I may see

The distant years that are to be,
Or that my eager hands may hold,
Treasures of silver or of gold;

Nor do I ask for vast estate,
That foolish men may call me great·
How could I for such trifles pine
When all the Universe is mine?

I simply ask that I may be
Content with what is given me,
And, simply trusting, ever wait,
A child within its father's gate.

HENRY VICTOR MORGAN.

Our Father in Heaven, in this morning light of a new day we look to Thee in confidence and trust. We ask for strength and courage for its duties and for faith in its perplexities and burdens. This day is the portion of eternity that lies before our feet. O, may heavenly things enter in and make us rich in the spirit. Whatever may befall in this troublous time we know not, but 'underneath are the everlasting arms' and we will trust Thee for this day. Amen.

WILLIAM CHANNING BROWN.

I heard a nestling crying in the dark;
The mother hid it 'neath her brooding wing
And quickly hushed the frightened little thing.

I heard an infant crying in the dark;
The mother pressed it to her loving breast,
And soon the troubled child was hushed to rest.

I heard a sad heart crying in the dark; The Father-Mother God, compassionate and mild, Took gently by the hand the frightened, trembling child, And lo! the night was changed to glorious day. TEDA M. EARLE.

O Thou, who art Our Father and Our Mother, we thank Thee for the beauty and the glory of this new day, fresh from Thy hand, a divine gift to Thy children. Help us to realize how precious is this gift, and may we here highly resolve to walk therein as sons and daughters of the Living God, conscious of our divine inheritance, heirs of the morning, born for eternity. Thou hast lavished upon us all the tenderness of a Father's heart and all the sacredness of a Mother's love. Help us to be worthy of that continued love and blessing, that every morning may begin with joy and every evening end in peace. Hear us and bless us, Our Father, we pray Thee. Amen.

MANLEY B. TOWNSEND.

It's the kindly hearts of earth that make
This good old world worth while.

It's the lips with tender words that wake
The care-erasing smile.

And I ask my soul this question when
My goodly gifts I see,

Am I a friend to as many men

As have been good friends to me?

When my brothers speak a word of praise
My wavering will to aid,

I ask if ever their long, long ways
My words have brighter made.
And to my heart I bring again
This eager, earnest plea,
Make me a friend to as many men

As are good, staunch friends to me.
NIXON WATERMAN.

Our Father, though we often forget Thee in the rush and stress of life, we rejoice that Thou dost never forget us. Whether we wake or sleep we are still under Thy care. May we become more fully conscious of Thy love and eternal providence. Cause us to remember the daily blessings we receive. Open our eyes to see the beauty of this outward world and the greater beauty of true and noble lives. Make us glad in the sweet friendships of daily life and in that human sympathy which comes in so many unexpected ways. Rouse within us

the spirit of gratitude, and so quicken our better nature that we shall ever try to live the kind and friendly life, even as the Master, who went about doing good. Amen.

CHARLES B. ELDER.