From THE FINAL THOUGHT
From THE FINAL THOUGHT
Which way are my feet set?Through infinite changes yetShall I go on,Nearer and nearer drawnTo thee,God of Eternity.How shall the human grow,By changes fine and slow,To thy perfection from the life-dawn sought:What is the highest thought?Love! Faith is born of it!Death is the scorn of it!It fills the earth and thrills the heavens above:And God is love,And life is love and though we heed it not,Love is the final thought.Maurice Thompson.
Which way are my feet set?Through infinite changes yetShall I go on,Nearer and nearer drawnTo thee,God of Eternity.How shall the human grow,By changes fine and slow,To thy perfection from the life-dawn sought:What is the highest thought?Love! Faith is born of it!Death is the scorn of it!It fills the earth and thrills the heavens above:And God is love,And life is love and though we heed it not,Love is the final thought.Maurice Thompson.
Which way are my feet set?Through infinite changes yetShall I go on,Nearer and nearer drawnTo thee,God of Eternity.How shall the human grow,By changes fine and slow,To thy perfection from the life-dawn sought:What is the highest thought?Love! Faith is born of it!Death is the scorn of it!It fills the earth and thrills the heavens above:And God is love,And life is love and though we heed it not,Love is the final thought.Maurice Thompson.
Which way are my feet set?
Through infinite changes yet
Shall I go on,
Nearer and nearer drawn
To thee,
God of Eternity.
How shall the human grow,
By changes fine and slow,
To thy perfection from the life-dawn sought:
What is the highest thought?
Love! Faith is born of it!
Death is the scorn of it!
It fills the earth and thrills the heavens above:
And God is love,
And life is love and though we heed it not,
Love is the final thought.
Maurice Thompson.