CO-OPERATION by Fannie Bolton

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Nov 13, 1893

CO-OPERATION.

By Fannie Bolton

BY FANNIE BOLTON.

If you're reaching up to the throne, With hands outstretched to the Father, God's reaching down to his own, And the angels in sympathy gather, Hovering about your path, In pity and tenderness thronging, Their wings about you they waft, They come in response to your longing.

See the frail flower of the field Struggling up through the mold as it's riven. Lo, how the light is revealed, Pouring down in high tide from heaven! Up to the day, little flower, Slowly, through long hours of sorrow; Love's lifting up every hour, And the light will break on you to-morrow.

Oh, see all over the hills How the life breaks up through the shadows! See how the rain turns to rills, And the rills into streams in the meadows, And the rivers flash on to the sea, And leap into joy in the ocean. Soul, here's a lesson for thee,— God shall meet all thy heavenward emotion.

Sometime, yes, now, now it waits, A great flood of love waits your longing. Somewhere, yes, here at thy gates, The agents of heaven are thronging. If we're reaching up in the dark, With eyes sealed, there's One stands just o'er us To touch off the scales, and, oh, hark, The love's here, and life's here victorious!

If you're reaching up, God in you Is working his will. He has given The love for the holy and true, The heart panting prayer after heaven. And will he not answer thy prayer For life pure, for love full, for star crown? If you're reaching up, oh, be sure, God's reaching down, aye, and far down!