I prayed for wealth: Then what I had, all that I lost. I prayed for fame: It came to others, but me it mocked. I prayed for health: But strength grew less, and with it heart and hope. I prayed for courage: But cruel, heartless fate gave only fear for what I asked, I prayed to die: But awful answer this a living death. I prayed at last, Thy will alone be done: Then heaven heard and gave me all the good I asked before, a thousandfold; And with it love to God and all mankind And deathless life. FRANK N. RIALE. Heavenly Father, grant to us the spirit of sincere, unfeigned humility, and by the gracious influences of Thy Spirit cherish, and deepen, and perfect it, that we may build for Thee of lowly thoughts and lowly aims an abiding place within our souls. Forgive whatever has grieved Thy love in our thoughts or words or deeds, and if, consciously or unconsciously, we have become estranged from Thee, have mercy upon us according to Thy loving kindness. May we not strive to master others, but may we aim in love to serve them. We ask this, in the spirit of Him who came not to be ministered unto, but to minister. Amen. GEORGE L. PAYSON. Because I lift my head above the mist, Where the sun shines and the broad breezes blow, By every ray and every raindrop kissed That God's love doth bestow; Think you I find no bitterness at all, No burden to be borne like Christian's pack? Think you there are no ready tears to fall Because I keep them back? Dark skies must clear, and when the clouds are past, CELIA THAXTER. Heavenly Father, we seek Thee early for our hearts are burdened. Forgive us if we have borne the load alone until our souls are paralyzed, and we idly wait the better day. O God, how many there are this day more tried than we, friends untrue, poverty withering the soul, ideals unrealized, loved ones snatched away. Grant us this morning a new vision of Thy love. Help us to see Thy purpose when the hour is darkest. Upon Thee we cast all our care. We yoke ourselves with Thee to-day. Send us forth with courage and gladness to meet the day and its tasks. Amen. H. BLUNT. Would'st learn to know one little flower, As He hath set his garden; be JOAQUIN MILLer. We O Eternal God, Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, we, Thy children, claim Thee as our Father. thank Thee that Thou art more to us than our Creator. Thou didst create the bird, the flower and the star, but Thou art not the Father of bird and flower and star. When Thou dost call Thyself our Father, it means more than that Thou didst make us; it means that we may enter into sacred and intimate relations with Thee, as a child with an earthly father. Thou hast promised to take up Thine abode with those who love Thee, and find in Thee the home of our souls. Amen. HARRY H. BEATTYS. No backward glance shall hinder or appall me: And better hopes and better motives call me; Than those the past has won. LILLIAN KNAPP. This is a grand day. The crocuses are peeping up just as pert and pretty. trees have turned green and getting bigger every day, and even the air feels like it's had a bath. I just love the spring. Everything says to you: "Good-morning! Here we are again. Let's begin all over." inside I say "All right," and I mean it. And KATE LANGLEY BOSHER. O Lord most merciful, who bringest the morning and the evening to us all, hear us, we beseech Thee, as once more we seek Thy favor. Thou hast given to each a new chance with the coming of the new day; Thou hast opened before us another page unspoiled as yet by sin or folly. Help us not only to believe that this is the best day the world has ever known, but to make it the fairest day in all the record we have written. To love as we live, to be merciful, kind and free from guile, - make this our ambition, we humbly pray Thee. FRANCIS H. ROWLEY. Amen. Sure, this world is full of trouble – Lord! I've had enough an' double Rain an' storm have come to fret me, Thorns an' brambles have beset me * * * It's to-day that I am livin', Havin', losin', takin’, givin', It may rain again to-morrow, DOUGLAS Malloch. O God, who makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice; and the mountains and hills to break forth into singing; and all the trees of the field to clap their hands; grant to us, Thy children, hearts full of Thy joy and gladness. Let the light that Thou hast implanted in our souls so shine today that our little world may glow with gladness. Help us to lighten the load of the weary and heavyladen by the cheer and comfort we receive from Thee, so that at eventide there may be light. Amen. JAMES V. CHALMERS. |