I^'S 3501 
 .R525 
 
 :5 
 
 1921 
 Copy 1 
 
 [N HIS 
 _ERVICE 
 
 By 
 
 Leonora Arent, Ph.D. 
 
IN HIS 
 SERVICE 
 
 By 
 
 Leonora Arent, Ph. D. 
 
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 Copyright, 1921 
 
 by 
 Leonora Arent 
 
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To the little sister who went 
 out into eternity this book is af- 
 fectionately dedicated. 
 
IN HIS SERVICE 
 
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 TO LILLIE 
 
 With vivid clearness have I seen your face 
 
 Each passing year ; 
 Eternity with all its boundless space 
 
 Has kept you near; 
 T send this message from my earth-bound place 
 Of smile and tear : 
 For all the times you thought for me, 
 For all the good you sought for me, 
 For all the love you brought for me, — 
 God bless you, dear. • 
 
 When I have passed through death's deep mystery 
 
 You will appear ; 
 But in that greater gift of God to me, 
 
 Your love more clear, 
 I shall remember through eternity 
 Your sweetness here. 
 For memories you sent with me. 
 For sunny ways you went with me. 
 For joyous days you spent with me, — 
 God bless you, dear. 
 
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 A PRAYER 
 
 The mornins-V)reak ! 
 My poor life take : 
 And make it vital, for Clirist's sake. 
 Protect my soul from sin's decay and fill it with yonr grace, 
 
 I pray : 
 Direct my feet upon the way where I am needinl most today. 
 Make keen my mind to meet the need which each day's 
 
 tangled factors breed ; 
 Uplift my hands with hands that plead, attnne my heart to 
 hearts that bleed. 
 To find the woe poor stumblers know and point them to 
 
 Gethsemane. 
 yo hear the cry of those who die and tell them of yonr 
 Calvary.— 
 
 Lord, this T pray 
 At break of day. 
 
 The noon-day flame I 
 My weak life claim ; 
 And give it vigor, in Christ's name. 
 The still, white faces of the dead, the mourning lives nncom- 
 
 forted. 
 Bruised hearts that all too long have bled, sick souls from 
 
 which all hope has fled. 
 The challenge of the l)attle cry. the ringing courage of reply. 
 The willingness to live or die if only yon yourself are nigh. — 
 These meet my way the livelong day. Give grace that 1 
 
 may meet aright. 
 The heat and stress and deep distress — give strength to 
 bear until the night. 
 
 Lord, hear my prayer 
 At noon-tide glare. 
 
 Night's peacefu^ness ! 
 My frail life bless: 
 Give slumber, in Christ's tenderness. 
 My failures of the day you see.— small faith, weak hope, faint 
 
 charity ; 
 May those I faiVd held blameless be and consequences fail 
 
 on me. 
 But, if in pity you think best, grant me tonight a dreamless 
 
 rest ; 
 I would forget the woes that pressed, perplexities, wrongs 
 unredressed. 
 Let night's deep spell your power tell, the white moonliglit 
 
 your glory gleam : 
 But, spent and weak, your love I seek. Give sleep to me 
 without a dream. 
 
 Lord, hear my call 
 As night-shades fall. 
 
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 NIGHT 
 
 Night of the sobbing, throbbing wind 
 
 Strains with its burden of quivering tones, 
 Agonized pleading and shivering moans, — 
 
 All the heart break of a world that has sinned. 
 Suffering souls in a night of tears, 
 The God of the night wind hears. 
 
 Night of star-beaming, gleaming flame 
 
 Thrills with its praise of Christ's glorious 
 
 might, 
 Marvelous love and victorious fight, — 
 
 All his great thoughts for a world in his name. 
 Worshipping souls in a night of prayers, 
 The God of the star flame cares. 
 
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 MOMENTS 
 
 Moment of living, the gift of eternity, 
 
 Life throb vouchsafed by the infinite heart. 
 Drop of time's torrent all swift on its way to sea, 
 Welcome I give you through pleasure or 
 smart. 
 
 Your coming brought breath, 
 Your going draws death, 
 And death will bring life in which time has no 
 part. 
 
 Moment of leaving, the flight to eternity. 
 
 Death pang allowed in the infinite sight. 
 Onrush of weariness mighty in mystery, 
 
 Welcome awaits you by day or by night. 
 What though in your dark 
 Must flicker life's spark ? 
 Your darkness but leads to his luminous light. 
 
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 OMNIPRESENCE 
 
 Death in his right of way journeys near ; 
 Ravaging agony works his will ; 
 Pulsing of pain and of fever thrill 
 Torture the sufferer we hold dear. 
 
 But close by the death bed death's Conqueror 
 
 stands. 
 see the pierced side and the nail wounded 
 hands ! 
 Why do we weep ? 
 Christ is but putting our loved one to sleep. 
 
 Sorrows of other hearts grieve our own ; 
 
 Nerve racking vigilance drains our strength ; 
 Endlessly stretches the hard day's length ; 
 Under the pressure of cares we moan. 
 
 Then swiftly the Bearer of burdens appears. 
 infinite pity dispelling our fears ! 
 
 Why ever sad ? 
 All the long day this great help may be had. 
 
 Joyousness permeates shade and light ; 
 Obstacles vanish and hardships fall ; 
 Victories gather and triumphs call ; 
 Fears do not hinder nor woes affright. 
 
 And always the glorious Guide clears the way. 
 radiant leadership blessing the day ! 
 
 Why must day end ? 
 Merciful Comrade, compassionate Friend. 
 
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