JUNE 1941 10 CENTS
LET THE POWER FALL By HELEN FRAZEE-BOWER There is a great primeval song By humans yet unsung. Where water, like a mighty shout. From heaven has been flung. From unseen heights the power falls. And crags of solid stone Are clothed with grace, and softened by A beauty not their own. Lord, fling the water of the Word On stony hearts today: Christ's beauty for men's sin-sick eyes. His power for the way.
Multnomah Falls, on the Co lumbia River Highway, Ore.
Photo by E. J. Hazelton
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