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;

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

JAMES THOMSON.

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. We 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 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.

Never call him fatherless

Who has God.

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.

For darkness passes storms shall not abide,
A little patience and the fog is past;
After the sorrow of the ebbing tide,
The singing floods return in joy at last.
The night is long and pain weighs heavily,
But God will hold His world above despair;
Look to the East, where up the lurid sky
The morning climbs! The day shall yet be fair.
CELIA THAXter.

Thick clouds and darkness cannot conceal Thee, our Heavenly Father, from trustful hearts. Even in our pains Thou art near to soothe and to cheer. We would bless Thee even when our eyes are moist with tears. We would find wells in the valley of Baca. Grant us grace for hard circumstances and light for dark valleys. Strengthen us to bear burdens, and through our afflictions develop in us the character of Jesus Christ. Deliver us from doubt when the clouds lower, and make us feel Thy presence when the storms rage. Inspire us to fight bravely and to wait patiently until the day of victory dawns. Amen.

CHARLES P. MACGREGOR.

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.