Biola Broadcaster - 1965-07

KEEP SILENT, KEEP SWEET A N D KEEP STEPPING There are three simple words that begin with an "S "; They are wise with the wisdom the world cannot guess, But those who employ them their beauty confess— Keep Silent, keep Sweet and keep Stepping. Keep Silent when rumor against you is stirred, When friendship is hurt like a broken-winged bird, When clamors the heart for a right to be heard, Keep Silent, keep Sweet and keep Stepping. Keep Sweet when provoked by some petty affair, When those whom you love your loyalty wear. When the milk of your spirit is cur­ dled with care, Keep Silent, keep Sweet and keep Stepping. Keep Stepping when other folk hinder your way, When weary and worried you've finished the day Too foot-sore to walk and too breath­ less to pray, Keep Silent, keep Sweet and keep Stepping. Keep Silent and spare yourself need­ less regret, But keep sweet and the whole world will be in your debt. Keep stepping with Christ and truest friend yet, Keep Silent, keep Sweet and keep Stepping. "T A P S " Out of this life I shall never take Things of silver and gold I make; All that I cherish and hoard away After I leave, on this earth must stay. Tho' I call it mine and boast its worth, I must give it up when I leave this earth; All that I gather, all that I keep, I must leave behind when I fall asleep.

Dr. Robert Smith checks a broadcast recording for the July "Biola Hour" series on the Chris­ tian home. Dr. Smith will also be featured at Biola's Family Bible Conferences: August 8-14 at Mount Hermon, Calif., and August 22 to 29 at the Firs, Bellingham, Washington. Word. May the Spirit help us to be positive for the Lord and in the power of His might. The Bible tells us, “Quit you like men, be strong!” “We are more than conquerors through Him who loved ns and washed us in His own blood ” THEY ARE W A IT IN G EVERYWHERE They are waiting everywhere, Where the fields of earth are fair, Where the rivers nobly run. Where the blossoms seek the sun, Where the hills rise high and grand, Looking proudly o'er the land, Waiting, waiting.

They are waiting in the wild, Wicked, weary and defiled And the Saviour's healing word, They have never, never heard. Ever hungry and unfed, Left without the Living Bread. They are waiting, waiting.

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