Have faith in truth;
And in the True One trust!
Though bright with fancy's brightest hues,
Abhor the lie thou must.
Make sure of truth,
And truth will make thee sure;
It will not shift, nor fade, nor die,
But like the heavens endure.
God's thoughts, not man's,
Be these thy heritage;
They, like himself, are ever young,
Untouched by time or age.
God's words, not man's,
Be these thy gems and gold;
Be these thy never-setting stars, —
Still radiant as of old.
With God alone
Is truth, and joy, and light.
Walk thou with Him in peace and love,
Hold fast the good and right.
Hold fast the true!
For truth can never change;
It grows not old, — 'tis ever one,
However vast its range.
Great truths are great!
Not once, but evermore;
Theirs is an everlasting youth,
A spring-bloom never o'er.
The stars that shine
To-night, in these calm skies,
Are the same stars that shone of old
In primal Paradise.
The sun that once
At a man's voice stood still,
Is the same sun that nightly sets
Behind yon western hill.
Man and his earth
Are varying day by day;
Truth cannot change nor ever grow
Feeble and old and grey.
And in the True One trust!
Though bright with fancy's brightest hues,
Abhor the lie thou must.
Make sure of truth,
And truth will make thee sure;
It will not shift, nor fade, nor die,
But like the heavens endure.
God's thoughts, not man's,
Be these thy heritage;
They, like himself, are ever young,
Untouched by time or age.
God's words, not man's,
Be these thy gems and gold;
Be these thy never-setting stars, —
Still radiant as of old.
With God alone
Is truth, and joy, and light.
Walk thou with Him in peace and love,
Hold fast the good and right.
Hold fast the true!
For truth can never change;
It grows not old, — 'tis ever one,
However vast its range.
Great truths are great!
Not once, but evermore;
Theirs is an everlasting youth,
A spring-bloom never o'er.
The stars that shine
To-night, in these calm skies,
Are the same stars that shone of old
In primal Paradise.
The sun that once
At a man's voice stood still,
Is the same sun that nightly sets
Behind yon western hill.
Man and his earth
Are varying day by day;
Truth cannot change nor ever grow
Feeble and old and grey.
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