He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
We thank thee, O Father, for all that is bright-- The gleam of the day and the stars of the night, The flowers of our youth and the fruits of our prime, And the blessings that march down the pathway of time.
Thanklessness is a parching wind, drying up the fountain of pity, the dew of mercy, the streams of grace. For doth not that rightly seem to be lost which is given to one ungrateful?
O give thanks unto Jehovah; for he is good; For his lovingkindness endureth for ever.
My Father, help me to understand that I cannot have self-development unless the spirit of truth drills my character. Cleanse my heart from all impurity, and strengthen me for all usefulness: help me to daily live this prayer. Amen.
O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence: live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
This is life to come, Which martyred men have made more glorious For us to strive to follow. May I reach That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty, Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in diffusion ever more intense! So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.
And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish.
My Father, I pray that I may be more generous with my smiles and gladness, and more saving with my tears and sadness. Amen.
O youth whose hope is high, Who doth to truth aspire, Whether thou live or die, O look not back nor tire.
Thou that art bold to fly Through tempest, flood and fire, Nor dost not shrink to try Thy heart in torments dire--
If thou canst Death defy, If thy faith is entire, Press onward, for thine eye Shall see thy heart's desire.
Doubt indulged becomes doubt realized. To determine to do anything is half the battle. Courage is victory, timidity is defeat.