The Contagion Of Character
On the last and greatest day of the Festival, Jesus, who was standing by, exclaimed:
“If any one thirsts, let him come to me, and drink. He who believes in me—As Scripture says, Out of his heart shall flow rivers of ‘Living Water.'”
—John.
The Thought Of God
One thought I have, my ample creed,
So deep it is and broad,
And equal to my every need,—
It is the thought of God.
Each morn unfolds some fresh surprise,
I feast at Life’s full board;
And, rising in my inner skies,
Shines forth die thought of God.
At night my gladness is my prayer;
I drop my daily load,
And every care is pillowed there
Upon the thought of God.
I ask not far before to see,
But take in trust, my road;
Life, death, and immortality
Are in my thought of God.
To this their secret strength they owed
The martyr’s path who trod;
The fountains of their patience flowed
From out their thought of God.
Be still the light upon my way,
My pilgrim staff and rod,
My rest by night, my strength by day,
O blessed thought of God.
—F. L. Hosmer.
Fruitful Living
A little bit of patience often makes the sunshine come,
And a little bit of love makes a very happy home;
A little bit of hope makes a rainy day look gay,
And a little bit of charity makes glad a weary way.
Only a thought, but the work it wrought
Could never by tongue or pen be taught;
For it ran through a life like a thread of gold,
And the life bore fruit a hundred fold.
—Jessie Gordon.