The Inner Life
THE HERALD OF THE NEW AGE | JANUARY 1936
Pennsylvania’s Child Psychology Department, he is passing the time showing up the grizzled old card-sharps in his home neighborhood in the game of Pinochle; which he not only plays with never a mistake, but through his quick perception of figures he can frequently guess every card in his opponent’s hand.
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HE WHISPERS HIS LOVE TO ME
By L. B.
’Tis so sweet just to know that along the way
Jesus walks by my side all the life-long day,
And He knows when the shadows begin to low’r,
And He whispers His love to me o’er and o’er.
When my heart is tempted and sorely tried,
It is then that I know He is by my side;
And I know He will give me the victory
As He whispers His wonderful love to me.
When He scatters the gifts from His boundless store,
And His showers of blessing around me pour,
Lest I humble and grateful forget to be,
Jesus whispers His wonderful love to me.
His voice is so wondrously sweet to me,
There’s no music on earth has such melody;
There’s no joy that can come to the human heart
Like the joy that His love doth e’er impart.
He whispers His love to me,
He whispers His love to me;
Lest I should stray away from Him,
He whispers His love to me.
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“WORDS are so slight! And yet one word will make the wide air quiver endlessly and wake the waves of sound to ceaseless, fruitless quest of some far distant shore whereon to break.”—F. A. Steele.
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