Comforted of God (1930)

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How good and kind our Father's care! The words like music in the air Come answering to our whispered prayer. He cares for these.

One thought great comfort with it brings Our cares are all such little things When to this truth a glad faith clings. He cures for thee.

One pure white bliss know no care. And you they grow so grand and fair. Shedding sweet fragrance here and there God cares for these.

GREAT is God's care for His dear child, Guarding from fire and danger wild With love so strong and undefiled, He cares for thee.

and that sweet love will on true shine Making His home for ever thing:

O! the rich depths of Love Divine He shares with thee.

: Ombersley" (Bristol).

The Changed Cross

It was a time of sadness-and my heart. Although it knew and loved the better part. Felt weighed with the conflict and the strife. And all the needful discipline of life.

And while I thought on these as given to me. My trial years of faith and love to be. It seemed as if I never could be sure That faithful to the end I should continue.

And thus, no longer trusting to Him might Who says "We walk by faith and not by sight." Doubting and almost yielding to despair. The thought must. My trust cannot lose!

For heavier its weight must surely be. Than shame of others which I daily see. Oh, if I might another burden choose. Mettaike I should not fear my crown to lose.

A solemn silence reigned on all around. If an nature's voices interol not a sound The evening shadows seemed of peace to tell And sleep upon my weary spirit fell.

A moment's pause—and then a heavenly light Heamed full upon my wondering, captured sight Angels on silvery wings seemed everywhere And angels' music throbled the balmy air.

Then one more fair than all the rest to see. One to whom all the others bowed the knee. Come gently to me as I trembling lay. And, "Follow me." He said, "I am the Way."

Then speaking thus, He led me far afar. And there, beneath a canopy of love, Crowes of divers shape and size were seen. Larger and smaller than mine own had been

And one there was most beautiful to behold A little one, with jewels set in gold. Ah, this, my thought, I can with comfort wear For it will be an easy one to bear.

And so the little cross I quickly took. But all at once my frame hewn it slimh- The sparkling jewels, fine were there to me. But for too heavy war their weight for me.

This may not be. I cried, and looked again To see if any there could ease my pain. But one by one I paused them slowly by. Till on a lovely one I cast my eye.

Fair flowers around its sculptured forms entwined. And grace and beauty seemed in it continued. Wondering I gazed—and still I wondered more To think so many should have passed it on...

But oh, that form so beautiful to see. Soon made its hidden sorrows known to me. Thorns lay beneath these flowers and colours fair, Sorrowing I said. This cross I may not bear.

And so it was with each and all around, Not one to suit my need could there be found; Weeping, I laid each heavy burden down.

As my Guide gently said, "No cross-no crown."

At length to Him I raised my saddened heart, He knew its sorrows, bid its doubts depart.— "Be not afraid," He said, "but trust in me, My perfect love shall now be shown to the."

And then, with lightened eyes and willing feet Again I turned my earthly cross to meet. With forward footsteps, turning not aside. For fear some hidden evil might betide

And there, in the prepared, appointed way, Listening to hear, and ready to obey. A cross quickly found of plainest form, With only words of love inscribed there.

With thankfulness I raised it from the rest, And joyfully acknowledged it the best. The only one of all the many there, That I could feel was good for me to bear.

And while I thus my chosen one confessed, I saw a heavenly brightness on it rest. And as I bent my burden to sustain, recognised my own old cross again!

But oh, how different did it seem to be,

Now I had learned its preciousness to see!

No longer could I unbelieving way;

Perhaps another is a better way.

Ah no! henceforth my one desire shall be,

That He who knows me best should choose for me.

And so, whate'er His love sees good to send,

I'll trust is best because He knows the end.

Lord Jesus, make thyself to me A living bright reality! More present to Faith's vision keen Than any onheard object seen. More dear, more intimately nigh. Than e'en the sweetest earthly tie.

"Yet will I not forget Thee"

"LET WILL I not forget thou," My cherished one, Mine own. I will not harm their conduct, she's path to great shame. To better that thou constrained hands, thou clamping hands of thou Be loved, be loved, from every chap of other hands but mine. Though earthly love and earthly hopes also from thou be art, Remember still, My chosen one, thou will I not forget.

LET WILL I not forget thee, " through them hast my forget.

And turned unhorsing from My vixry. My words, clapping not:

Yet with Bless own, my dying soul, I have many thy past.

I took thy arm upon my heart, which hinder for thy at last.

But on this heart for ever, let them thy love be not.

The same moment on these hands, they will I not forget.

LET will I not forget thee, My love! My mislefidel!

Male perfect three My love lovers wrap around a wandering child.

I will loathe thy manderings, I will forget they aim;

And cast them all behind My luck as though they never had been.

But thee My soul! My churn on whom My love is not

I am love alone toward thee—how can I then forget.

LET will I not forget then, " in mine own garden lilies,

I water every moment the humbleest fragrant flowers.

For mine own Royal Duolum, for My celestial crown.

These waiteth still some precious gems of fair and bright remembr.

And when I breathe My flowers, and when My gems are set

In heaven's glory on My breast, " then will I not forget."

O Love that will not let me go!

LOVE that will not let me go—I rest my worry soul There:

I give those back the life I owe that in Thine own depths its flow

May richer, fuller lie.

LICHT that followest all my way I yield my flickering touch to Thee;

My heart restores its borrowed ray, that in The sunshine's blaze it day

May brighten fairer be.

JOY that seekest me through pain, I cannot close my heart to The ; I truce the rainbow through the rain, and feel the promise is not vain That morn shall tearless be.

CROSS that liftest up my head I would not ask to fly from thie; E'en death's cold wave I need not dread, for in thy home where glories spread My life shall never be.

Tune- Sarker's Hymn 1.

Wist ye not that I must be about my Father's business

HEN Jesus was two five years old. His parents went to Jerusalem after the coronation of the king. And as they returned the child turned blind; and Joseph and his mother knew it not, supposing him to have been in the company. After a day's journey they bought him and when they found him not they turned back again to Jerusalem.

And it came to pass that, after three days they found him in the mid of the rebellion rules, both hearing them and asking them questions while all who heard him were a finished at his intelligence.

And when I parent saw him they were amazed and his mother said "Son, why he has dealt with it? E hold we have taught Three in anguish of misr" "Why is it that you have been searching for me?" he realise, "you've not that I must be about my Father's business." But they understand him not, but his mother kept all theaying in her heart.

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They returned to Nazareth and he was subject unto them and Jesus increased in wisdom and fortune, and in love with God and man

USHED was the evening hymn, the temple courts were dark; The lmp was burning dim before the sacred ark: When suddenly a voice Divine rang through the silence of the shrine.

H give me Samuel's ear—the open ear O Lord;

Alive and quick to hear each whisper of thy word;

Like him to answer at thy call, and to obey Thee first of all.

Hushed was the Evening Hymn.

H give me Samuel's heart!—a lonely heart that waits When in Thy home Thou art; or watches at Thy gates By day and night—a heart that still moves at the breathing of Thy will.

H give me Samuel's mind! a sweet, unmurmering faith, Obedient and resigned to Thee in life and death:

That I may read, with childlike eyes, truths that are hidden from the wise. Tane Sankey's Hymnal.

God moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform;

His plants His footsteps in the sea.

And rides upon the storm.

DLEP in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill,

He treasures up His bright designs,

And works His overeign will.

YE fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.

JUDGE not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust Him for His grace:

Behind a browning Providence

He hides a smiling face.

H15 purpose will ripen fast. Unfolding every hour: The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.

BLIND unbelief is sure to hurt. And scan His work in vain :

God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.

In a Mysterious

O. " said the lawyer, "I shan't press your claim again that man; you can get someone else to take the case, or you can withdraw it, just as you please. There would probably be some money in it, but it would, as you know, come from the sale of the lttl

house the man occupies and calls 'home'; but I don't want to meddle with the matter, anyhow."

"I suppose likely the old fellow hegged to be let off.?" "Well-y, I did."

"And you?"

"Oh, he did all the talking did he? What did you do?"

"I didn't speak a word to him."

"I believe I shed a few tears; he didn't speak word to me."

"Well, may I respectfully inquire whom he did address in you hearing?"

"Almighty God. But, not for my benefit in the least. You see" the lawyer crossed his right foot over his left knee, and began stroking his lower leg up and down, as if to help state his case consciously "you know I found the little house easily enough, and knocked on the outer door which stood ajar, but nobody heard me; so I stepped into the little hall, and saw through the crack of another door just as cosy a sitting room as there ever was.

There, on a bird, with her silver head way up high on the pillows, was an old lady. I was on the point of knocking, when she said, a clearly as could be, 'Come, father, now begin; I'm all ready' and down on his knees by her side went an old white-haired man, still older than his wife, I should judge; and I couldn't have knocked then. He began to pray: first he reminded God they were still his submissive children, mother and he, and no matter what He saw fit to bring upon them, they shouldn't rebel at His will; of course 'twas going to be very hard for them to go out homeless in their old age, specially with poor mother, so sick and helpless, but still they'd seen sadder things than ever that would be. He reminded God, in the next place how different it might have been if only one of their boys had been spared them; then his voice kind of broke, and a thin white hand stole from under the coverlet and moved softly over his snowy hair; then he went on to repeat that nothing could be so sharp again as the parting with those three sons

uncle's mother and he should be separated.

But at last he fell to comforting himself with the fact that the dear Lord knew it was through no fault of his own that mother and he were threatened with the loss of their dear little home, which meant beggary, in a place they prayed to be delivered from entering, if it could be consistent with God's will; and then he fell to quoting a multitude of promises concerning the safety of those who put their trust in the Lord. Yes, I should say he bagged hard; in fact, it was the most thrilling plea to which I ever listened; and at last he prayed for God's blessing on those who were about to demand justice." The lawyer stroked his lower limb in silence for a moment or two, then he continued, more slowly than ever: "And—I—believe—I'd rather go to the poorhouse myself, to-night, than to stain my heart and hands with the blood of such a prosecution as that."

"You are afraid to defeat the old man's prayer?" queried the client.

"Bless your soul, man, you couldn't defeat it!" He left it all subject to the will of God; but he left no doubt as to his wishes in the matter; claimed that we were told to make known our desire unto God, but of all the pleading I ever heard, that beat all. You see, I was taught that kind of thing in my childhood; and, why I was sent to hear that prayer, I'm sure I don't know, but I hand the case over."

"I wish," said the client twisting uneasily, "you hadn't told me about the old fellow's prayer, because I want the money the place would bring; but I was taught the Bible when I was a yourster, and I'd hate to run counter to such an harangue as that you tell me about. I wish you hadn't heard a word of it; and another time I wouldn't listen to petition not intended for my ears."

The lawyer smiled.

"My dear fellow" he said, "you're wroi again; it was intended for my ears, and yours, too, and God Almighty intended it. My old mother used to sin, ahout God's moving in a mysterious way, I remember."

"Well, my mother used to sing about it too," said the claimant, as he twisted his claim-papers in his fin ers. "You can call in the morning, if you like and tell 'mother and him' the claim has been met."

" In a mysterious way," added the lawyer, smiling.

M. 14:8,9.

"She hath done what she could"

I IS NOT OUR PRIVILEGE to come into personal contact with our dear Redeemer, but it is our privilege to anoint the Lord's "brethren" with the sweet perfume of love, sympathy, joy and peace and the more costly this may be as respects our self-denials, the more precious it will be in the estimation of our Elder Brother, who declared that in proportion as we do or do not unto His brethren, we do or do not unto Him. Our alabaster boxes are our hearts, which should be full of the richest and choicest perfumes of good wishes, kindness and love toward all, but especially toward the Christ—toward the Head, our Lord Jesus, and toward all the members of His body, the Church; and especially on our part toward the feet members who are now with us, and on whom we now have the privilege of pouring out the sweet odours of love and devotion in the name of the Lord, because we are His.

I takes great love within the loyal heart To live beyond the others and apart; A love that is not shallow, is not small, Is not for one or two, but is for all. Love that can wound love, for its highest need; Love that can leave love, though a heart may plead. Love that can choose the right and leave the wrong; And breathe in hope and joy the victor's song; A love that will not waver, that will bind Just what it means to suffer and be kind.

IT takes great love to conquer self and pride,

And swim against the swift and evil tide;

A love that wends its course to that grand height

Where dwells our God, enthroned in wondrous light;

Like that great love our Lord did sweet express.

So strong in faith and patient tenderness.

Yea, like the glowing sun, this Love must live,

Moved by one burning deathless force—to give.

Love, faith and courage; courage, taith and love,

Of such are God's victors crowned from above.

Thy Kingdom Come!

The Kingdom name! the very great birth, a mature land, a brave youth, a firm and to age, from the second time the very great birth with pleading beaten.

The Kingdom name! what mankind this? shall it small vane or breast. How Devil will paint, and death of horrors, or death in hand a glad moment?

The Kingdom name! the many of which have commanded little on The earth!

And with them laugh with vigour, and men that sleep from such a reason.

The Kingdom name! This will be done! the new sprouts on earth the sun.

This means that death is already paid—a word that change will come before.

And why? Remember how it came, the meaning thus the weight must be goodwill to men, and nature on earth," which means all another birth.

For Human beings other than him all all human and fine, and great and small.

And back again from their death alone; For pure life to come this thing.

No more than I hope for the useful day of accomplishment and success and not for mention of the ornament will there be. A new commencement.

The pre-eminence, in the habitual, weak of the land whom it is called,

Will yield the same unimaginable value, diligence of understanding glory!

For far beyond all human thoughtful, faithful, true, and permanent though survived for those who knew the lives in their olden days.

The Kingdom name! virtue and virtue on the shortest amount of our and my Dear Owner. Quiet there be well aloud. The Lord be mine.

From these before the first abrasion begins, before the flowering of the high?

There is happiness gone and ground and here the Death to be known, a due to shame.

And from all these abrasions there must be the greatest joy, forthcoming all the tender dreams that think upon us the goodness of them.

IN the East the Good Shepherd is known by his faithful watch care over his sheep, which is exercised at the constant risk of personal danger. Under this figure the great sacrifice of Jesus is seen with illustrious force and beauty. Through the merit of Redemptive Sacrifice "the lost sheep," as represented by "all in Adam" will be raised from the dead and be granted the gracious opportunity of attaining to human perfection, the basic characteristics of which are meekness, docility and obedience to the "Good Shepherd." The result will be eternal life on the perfect earth.

Isa. 53, Luke 2 : 8-14, 2 Cor. 8 : 9,

Phil. 2 : 5-11, Isa. 35,

THERE were ninety and nine that safely lay In the shelter of the fold, But one was out on the hills away Far off from the gates of gold; Away on the mountains wild and bare, Away from the tender Shepherd's care.

LORD Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine,

Are they not enough for Thee?

But the Shepherd answered "This sheep is Mine

Which has wandered away from Me."

And although the road was so rough and steep

He went to the desert to save His sheep.

BUT none of the ransomed ever knew How deep were the waters crossed; Nor how dark was the night the Lord passed through Ere He found His sheep that was lost: Out in the desert He heard its cry— Sick and helpless and ready to die.

ND all through the mountains, thunder riven,

And up from the rocky steep,

There arose a cry to the gate of heaven:

"Rejoice! I have found My sheep!"

And the angels echoed around the throne,

Rejoice! for the Lord brings back His own.

Tune—Sankey's Hymnal.

Back to their own Borders.

7HE little brook that runs by my door Is locked in its icy bed. The little birds that I loved of yore, Have gone from the branch o'erhead. The leaves have dropped from the lilac tree, The grass is under the snow. And the plaintive note of the chickadee, Is the only sound I know.

UT I know the birds will come back to me,

The brook will flow again;

The wee brown buds on the lilac tree

Will burst into leaves; and then

My lawn will come from its hiding place.

The birds will sing and will mate;

And I'll hear of their songs of love and grace

So I'll thankfully, patiently, wait.

7HE little ones whom I loved so much,

Were blessed with their baby charms.

Yielding my heart to their loving touch,

Have gone from my mother arms.

It is lonesome and still in the nursery now,

I dread to go by its door:

And sometimes in sorrow my heart will bow

When I handle their toys once more.

UT. oh, from the hand of the enemy,

When the winter of death is o'er.

My little ones all will come back to me,

And gladden my heart once more.

As the calves in the stall they shall grow up then

For Jehovah hath planned it so.

My heart responds with a glad Amen!

So I'll wait and be patient now.

Jer. 31: 15-17. Acts 5: 19-21.

En praise of my Redeemer.

WHEN first I heard of Jesus so marred upon the iron,

I felt no glad emotion as though He died for me!

I saw nothing beauty, majestic, graud or honor.

I turned away shruining. His grumble and to mute.

BUT when I came to know Him, His precious name grew aweat.

And like the united rainbow, love enched the Marrys mind;

And when—O wondrous glory—light shone from His dear face,

All other objects labored before Him matched grace.

ND when the joyful triumphs, how Godly Beloved Son

Will raise the cloud in Adam, him much and every one.

What could I do but praise Him, make vault of heaven rise!

And man Him as my covenant - Rakevernir Lord, and King.

Rose of natal odour! O Lily, white and pure!

O Chiefest of the thousand whose glory must endure!

The more I see. The beauty, the more I know. They grow.

The more I learn, uninformed, to gaze upon. They look!

We are sowing, ever sowing. Something good or something ill. In the lives of those around us. We are planting what we will.

For a word for God falls fruitless.

Not a thought for Him decays:

Every fragment precious blossom,

Will be found in future days.

WHERE the very hand that sowed them Shall have gone with Him to be: Still the reaped of their sowing, Will be seen eternally.

GRANT then, Lord of all the harvest. That the seeds we daily sow. May refresh the hearts of others. Spreading blessings as they grow.

My each thought and word and notion,

Bring the fruit of Christian love:

To be found in nothing ages.

In thy garner house above.

WEARUPEN there in thine own keeping,

To thine own moral praise.

Happy ending to our sowing

Endless joys of fruitful days.

IMMANUEL'S LAND

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F Christ who is the fountain, The deep sweer well of love: How off its joys weve tasted, More deep we'll drink above:

Matthese 99 : 6 18.

My Lord says, "Come up higher, Beloved welcome home!"

JOY! what bliss to meet Him,

No longer here to rea

My Lord says, "Come up higher,

Reloved welcome home!"

HERE! there the Rose of Sharon Unfolds its full heart's bloom,

DEEP waters over-flowed me, The thorns around were sharp:

SOON shall the streams of glory

Dissolve earth's bitt'rest woes,

Soon shall the desert briar

In fair Immanuel's Land.

Oh, hail the glory gleaming In fair Immanuel's Land.

NOT keep the alabaster boxes of your love and tenderness sealed up until your friends are dead. Fill their lives with sweetness. Speak approving, cheerir, words while their ears can hear them and while their hearts can't rilled and made happier by them: the kind things you mean to say they are gone, say them before they go. The flowers you me to send for their coffins, send to brighten and sweeten their homes before they leave them. If my friends have alabaster boxes laid away, full of fragrant perfumes of sympathy and affection, which they intend to break over my dead body, I wouldn't rather they would bring them out in my wea y and troubled hours and open them, that I may be refreshed and cheered by them when I need them. I would rather have a plain coffin without a flower, a funeral without an eulogy, than a life without the sweetness of love and sympathy. Let us learn to anoint our friends beforehand for their burial. Post-mortem kindness does not cheer the burdened spirit. Flowers on the coffin cast no fragrance backward over the weary wav.

HE sands of time are sinking, The dawn of heaven breaks, The summer morn we've longed for

THE LAST SUPPER

THE LAST SUPPER.

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one day, through the primeval wood,

A calf walked home as good calve

But made a trail all bent askew,

A crooked trail as all calves do.

The years passed on in swiftness fleet, The road became a village street.

since then three hundred years have fled, And I infer the calf is dead: But still he left behind his trail- And thereby hangs my moral tale.

and moth two centuries and a half.

Trod in the footsteps of a call.

The trail was taken up next day. By a lone dog that passed that way:

each day a hundred thousand rout Followed the zig-zag caf about And o'er the crooked journey went

And then wise bell-wether sheep Pursued the trail o'er vale and steep, And drew the flock behind him too. As good bell-wethers always do.

A hundred thousand men were led By one call now three centuries dead,

and from that day over hill and glade,

Through those old woods a path was made:

And many men wound in and out.

For thus such reverence is lent To well established precedent.

Because I was such a crooked pain But still they followed—do not laugh The first migration of that calf.

And many men wound in and out,

And dodged and turned and bent about,

And uttered words of righteous wrath.

now as we ponder o'er this tale We can perceive another trail How many are prone to follow kind

now that forest path became a lane. That bent and turned and turned again. The crooked lane became a road,

And thus a century and a half They trod the footsteps of a calf.

And out and in and forth and back And still their devious course pursue To keep the paths that others do But soon they'll learn a wiser way For lo! There dawns the perfect day

Isaiah 50: 8. i. a. ii. i-9.

When truth and right with holy might, shall overthrow the wrong When Christ the Lord and rightful king, empowered from on high Will stretch his hand through the land. With justice by and by.

But age and youth will love the truth, and speed it everywhe No more fro want and sorrow shall come the hopeless cry. But war shall cease and perfect peace will flourish by and by.

CHRIST'S GLORIOUS KINGDOM!

glorious time is coming, the morning promises a long.

When such a rich milk with milk might shall overflow the worm.

I till o'er the height the morning light shall drive the gloom away. For when the balm of healing shall reach mankind from high, They'll turn toward their precious Lord and love Him by and by.

God's Wonderful Plan

THIS is a wish upon the Lord's country.

Luke the witness of the law:

There is a kindness in His presence.

Through service He multitudes us.

For the love of God be unwedded.

Father, the continuation of manly mind.

And the heart of the Lawful.

To much wonderfully mind.

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In Palmachal and Jewish Ages with Gods dwelling with Mistletoe, Isaiah, and the Jewish War, we witness wonderful paradise of chaparral with given. Gen. 22. Do Ps. Zac. 10. 546. 3 Cus. 10. 11.

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The General Agreement on the Marshall Agreement. During this period God has been dealing with "the little thief," who have skillfully followed in the antidictual steps of the following Master: Luke 12, 29-31. Rom. S. II III. Keb. T. I I I.

The Millennial Age to have a wonderful period, as will witness the return of every man, woman and child, who have died in Adam. In common hands from the millennium of death, life, DLC then will have the chance opportunity of knowing God and He those men who did not die there. This knowledge will make eternal life to this millennial and electors. Going to the earth with Jesus Christ THE TIME IS A HAND and will follow the trouble we are encountering the whole world.

Birthday Remembrance.

They that trust in the Lord shall be as sure as Zion, which

REMEMBERED still, in fervent prayer. Thy name is breathed to-day!

While this another gladsome year Falls on thy pilgrim way.

For by His sovereign gracious will Thou hast thy great desire

To see those days, which endless praise And deepest joys inspire.

EN while the earth 'mid cloud and gloom Is bathed with sorrow's tears.

E'en though the world dath read her doom In dark foreboding fears:

Thy portion is, to wing thy flight Away from soothes below:

To heights above, where songs of love And living waters flow.

HIS earth will soon be wrought anew By Jesus' wondrous power. Soon will His precepts, good and true, Fall as the welcome shower. Then will the New Jerusalem (Theice hail that Royal Throne!) Bring full to birth a perfect earth Where Truth will reign alone.

chosen one, by His decree,

What more can now be said?

But this thy day that falls to thee

Breathes greater joys ahead!

God feed the flame that burns within,

That flame of shored love,

Till His great light bursts on thy sight,

In realms of life above!

pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name)

To hear, one day, report from those who came

With pitying sorrow or exaltant joy,

To tell of earthly tasks in His employ;

For some were sorry when they saw how slow

The stream of heavenly love must flow:

And some were glad because their eyes had seen

Along its banks fresh flowers of living green.

So at a certain hour before the throne

The youngest angel, Asmiel, stood alone

Not glad, nor sad, but full of earnest thought.

And thus his tidings to the Master brought:

"Lord in the City Lupon I have found

Three servants of thy holy name renowned

Above their fellows. One is very wise

With thoughts that ever range above the skies,

And one is gifted with golden speech,

That make men glad to hear when he doth teach.

And one, with no rare gift or grace endued,

Has won the people's love by doing good.

With these three saints Lupon is trebly blest

But, Lord, I fain would know who loves thee best

HEN spake the Lord of Angels, before whose look

The hearts of all are like an open book,

"In every soul, the secret thought I read And well I know who loves me best indeed.

But every life has pages vacant still,

Whereon a man may write the things he will ;

Therefore I read in silence day by day. And wait for hearts untaught to learn my way.

But thou shalt go to Lupon,to the three Who serve me there,and take this word from me,

Tell each of them his Master bids him go Alone to Spirans huts across the snow,

There he shall find a certain task for me, But what, I do not tell to thou nor thee.

Give them the message, make my word the test. And crown for me the one who answers best."

Passed the self-same hour through Lupon's gate. First to the temple door he made his way And there, because it was a holy day,

Then, while the echoes murmured Bernol's name. Through the aisles that hushed behind him Bernol came.

He saw the folk by thousands thronging, stirred By ardent thirst, to hear the preacher's word.

Strung to the highest pitch of conscious might With lip prepared and firm and eyes alight,

The angel's hand :—" The Master bids thee go Alone to Spirans huts across the snow,

One moment at the pulpit steps he knelt In silent prayer, and on his shoulders felt

To serve Him there." Then, Bernol's hidden face Went white as death, and for about the space

Of ten slow heart-beats there was no reply, Till Bernol looked around and whispered—" Why? "

But answer to his question came there none : The angel sighed, and with that sigh was gone.

WITHIN the innible house, when Malvin spent

His saintious years, on holy things intent,

Sweet stillness retained, and there the angel found

The saintly age interrupted in thought profound.

Weaving with patient tend and willing care

A web of wisdom, wonderful and rare;

A beautuous robe his truth's great bridal mend,

And needling but rare events thrual to be complete.

Then Armial touched his hand and broke the throat

Of free upon thought, and very gently said,

"The One of whom them thinkest bids them go

Alone to Spirea huts cross the snow

To serve Him there." With sorrow and surprise

Malvin looked up, reluctance in his eyes

The broken thought, the strangerness of the call,

The perilous passage of the mountain wall

Appalled him. With a doubtful blow

He scanned the land that took and murmured "How?"

And Armial now weared, as he turned to go.

With and disheartened eyes: "I do not know!"

OW as he went with fading hope to seek

The third and last to whom God made him speak,

Sense twenty steps every whom should be meet

But Ferrara, hurrying cheerful down the street.

With ready heart that loved his work like play,

And joyed to find it greater every day.

The angel stopped him with unified hand,

And gave without delay, his Lord's command.

"He, whum thou sorrent, would'r have them go

Alone to Sotman's huts across the snow.

To serve Him there." Eric Anniel hastened again

The anger answered to must him—"Where?"

The angel face with inward joy grew bright.

And all his torments allowed with heavenly light.

He took the golden circle back from brave

And gave the crown to Ferrara, smirking—"Now!"

For there host met the Almanac's kitchen test.

And I have found the men who knew Him best;

Not things, nor mine, in question or reply.

When He commands us, making "How?" or "Why?"

He knows the cause. His ways are wise and just.

Who serves the King, must come with wisdom too."

"ROCK of ages, cleft for me!" Thoughtlessly the maiden sun;

Fell the words unconsciously from her girlish, leeful tongue.

Sang as little children sing, sang as sing the birds in June

"Let me hide myself in Thee!" Felt herself no need to hide. Sweet the song as sweet could be, and she had no thought beside. All the words unheedingly fell from lips untouched by care. Dreaming not that they might Be on some other lips a prayer.

"Rock of ages cleft for me!"—Twas a woman sung them now, Pleadingly and prayerfully, every word her heart did know. Rose the song like storm-tossed bird beats with weary wing the air Every note with sorrow stirred, every syllable a prayer!

"Rock of ages cleft for me!"—Lips grown aged sang that hymn Trustingly and tenderly, voice grown weak and eyes grown dim. I am hidden safe in Thee" trembling though the voice and low Ran the sweet strain peacefully, like a river in its flow. Sung as only they can sing whose life's thorny path have pressed, Sung as only they can sing who behold the promised rest!

"Rock of ages cleft for me!"—sung above a coffin lid, Underneath all really all life' joys and sorrows hid. Nevermore, O storm-tossed soul, nevermore from wind or tide, Nevermore from hillows roll wilt thou need thyself to hide. Could the sightless sunken eyes closed beneath the soft grey hair, Could the mute and stiffening lips move again in leading prayer Still, aye, still, the words would be "Rock of ages cleft for me!"

NSTEAD of the thorn there shall com. up the fir tree,

In read of the brier the yrtle small spring,

Back to the glory and freshness and beauty.

God will creation triumphantly bring.

Streams o'er the land will readily be swelling.

The flowers in the desi a frag ce all shed,

The mountains and veys shall sweetly be telling

Isaiah 55:2 ...

That Jehovah our God is ruling instead.

LONE in the garden-His chosen are sleepingtill upward to the highest realm. To life so full and free: A place with me within my throne Mid anthem choirs of purest tone. No greater glory could be shown Such prayer unite for thee!

The sinless Redeemer how many he knels

His burnin entreaty, His sorrow and weeping

To the heart of Jehovah, His anguish reveals.

"Not my will, O Father, but Thine I have taken!"

Though heavy the stroke that must fall on His head

He goes to the cross to be cursed and forsaken

To give us the cup of salvation instead.

BUT now we'll rejoice for the glad day isearing. For which all creation travaileth in pain,

When Christ our Redeemer in glory appea in

Then Sian no more his evil extending.

For all over earth Christ's Kingdom will spread.

With fulness of joy the song e'er ascending

Shall take to Himself, His great power and reign:

That Jesus Immanuel is ruling instead.

Isaiah 4:6, 7.

Still upward to the highest!

Still upward where my Father dwell. Through paths thou hast not known. Beloved kept by power divine. Whilst beams of light upon thee shine An outstretched hand tight-clasped in mine, Thou walk'st with me alone.

Still upward though thou stumble oft. And trials relieve thy soul. Press on with joy to know my mind. The golden gate of life to find. To utter long and e'er be kind Till faith hath cleansed thee whole.

still upward-then let hopeful songs Fill hallowed courts above! Still upward! onward! honour me! Whilst truth and mercy comfort thee, Till token of thy victory Thou knowest God's great Love.

In the minister's morning sermon,

He told of the primal fall,

And how thenceforth the wrath of God

Rested on each and all.

And how, of His will and pleasure,

All souls, save a chosen few,

Were doomed to eternal torture,

And held in the way thereto.

Yet never, by faith's unreason. A saither soul was tried. And never the harsh old lesson A tenderer heart belied.

And after the painful service, On that pleasant, bright first day, He walked with his little daughter Through the apple bloom of May.

Sweet in the fresh green meadow Sparrow and blackbird sung Above him its tinted petal The blossoming orchard hun.

Around, on the wonderful glory. The minister looked and smiled: "How good is the Lord, who gives us These gifts from His hand, my child.

"Behold in the bloom of apples, And the violets in the sward, A hint of the old, lost beauty Of the Garden of the Lord."

Then up spake the little maiden, Treading on snow and pink, "O father! these pretty blossom Are very wicked, I think.

" Had there been no Garden of Eden, There had never been a fall, And if never a tree had blossomed God would have loved us all."

"Hush, child!" the father answered, "By His decree man fell; His ways are in clouds and darkness, But He doeth all things well.

" And whether by His ordaining To us cometh good or ill, Joy or pain, or light or shadow, We must fear and love Him still."

"O, I fear Him!" said the daughter. "And I try to love Him, too; But I wish He were kind and gentle Kind and loving as you."

The minister roaned in spirit, As the trenulous lips of pain.

And wide, wet eyes uplifted. Questioned his own in vain.

Bowing his head he pondered The words of his little one. Had he read in his life long teachings, Had he wrong to his Master done?

To what grim and dreadful idol Had he lent the Holiest Name? Did his own heart, loving and huma The God of his worship shame?

And lo! from the bloom and greeneen,

From the tender skies above,

And the face of his little daughter,

He read a lesson of love.

No more as the cloudy terror Of Sinai's Mount of Law, But as Christ in the Syrian lilies. The vision of God he saw.

And as when, in the cleft of Horeb,

Of old was His presence known,

The dread, ineffable glory

Was Infinite goodness alone.

Thereafter his hearers noted In his prayers a tenderer strain. And never the message of hatred Burned on his lips again.

And the scoffing tongue was prayerful, And the blinded eyes found sight, And hearts as flint aforetime Grew soft in his warmth and light.

The Bridegroom's Dove

"

Y dove!" The bridegroom speaks to whom? Whom, thinkest thou, must He?

Say, O my soul! canst thou presume He thus addresseth thee?

Ye 'tis the Bridegroom's voice of love Calling thee, O my soul! His dove!

HE dove is gentle, mild and meek Deserve I, then, the name? I look within in vain to seek Aught which can give a claim: Yet, made so by redeeming love My soul, thou art the Bride room's Dove!

S the poor dove, before the hawk,

Quick to her refuge flies,

So need I in my daily walk,

The wings which faith supplies,

To bear me where the Brid groom's love

Place beyond all harm his dove!

HE dove hath wither claw nor sting No weapon for the fight: She owes her safety to her win Her victory to flight A shelter hath the Bridegroom's love Provided for His helpless dove!

HAPPY dove! thus weak, thus safe Do I resemble her? Then to my soul, O Lord! vouchsafe A dove-like character! Pure, harmless, gentle, full of love. Make me in spirit, Lord, a DOVE!

ZION'S GLAD SONG

Father, we would gladly raise This our song in grateful praise: Thou hast granted us Thy peace Honour our joys will never cease. In Thy sacred Word we find Thou art gracious good and kind. Thou hast born no patiently Born our wayward frailty.

Jesus Christ, Thin own dear Son, Died for us and everyone, Soon begins His welcome reign, Bringing peace and life again.

would fear no earthly loss,

Daily taking up our cross:

Thankfully we will proclaim

Honor to Thy Holy name.

Father we would never let go

Thy dear hand while here below

Firmer clasp O let there be,

Ever draw us nearer Than.

Royal anthems now are heard, Hearts in unison are stirred, Praising Thee the All-supreme Joy beyond the brightest dream!

androus workings thus we trade,

Gladning glories of Thy grace!

Beautiful bounties of Thy love.

Beaming from the heights above!

a. 40: 1.3. Rev. 1.2: 3.4.

St. John the Aged.

"The Disciple whom Jesus loved." John 13:24.

OME seventy years ago I was a fisher by the Sea of Galilee. It was at sunset. How the tranquil tide bathed dreamily the pebbles How the light crept up the distant hills, and in its wake soft purple shadows wrapped the dewy fields! And then HE came and called me. Then I gazed for the first time on that sweet face.

Those eyes, out of which shone Divinity, looked on my inmost soul, and lighted it forever. Then His words broke on the silence of my heart. His love took hold of me and claimed me for it own. There in the twilight I followed, holding fast his mantle.

Oh, what holy walks we had through harvest fields, and de olate dreary wast s! Oftentime He leaned upon my arm, wearied and I worn : I was youn g and strong and so upbore Him. I oud now I am

weak and old and feeble! Let me rest on Theo! So, put Thine arm round me. Closer still! How strong Thou art!

The twilight, even now, draws on apace. Come, let us leave the noisy street and take the path to Bethany; for Mary's smile awaits us at the rage. And Martha's hands have prepared the cheerful evening meal. Come, Janes, the Master waits, and Peter, see he goes some step before!

What say you, friends? that Christ has gone to His Heavenly home! Ay,' 'i so.' is so, I know it all; and yet, once more I served to stand upon my native hills with the Master as of old. O, how of I've seen Him bring back strength to palied limbs! I feel He has to mine. Up! I bear me once more to my flock! Once more let me tall of our Saviour's love; for by the sure men of the Master's voice just now I think He must be very near. Coming perhaps to break the veil which time has worn so thin that I can almost see beyond.

Lay me down once more upon my couch, and open wide the eastern window. See, there comes a light like that which broke upon my soul at eve, when in the dreary isle of Patmos, Gabriel came and touched me. See, it grows! and hark! How sweet that son, the ransomed ring. Glory to the Lamb! How loud it sounds! Methinks my soul can join it now.

O, my Lord, my Lord! How bright Thou art! and yet the very same I loved in Galilee. 'Ti worth the hundred year to feel this blis! o lie me up, dear Lord, unto Thy bosom. There shall I abide."

How dark it is! I cannot see the faces of my flock. Is that the sea that murmurs so, or - it weeping? Hush, my children. God loved the world that He gave Him only begetten Son: Ss, love ye one another. Love God and man. Armen. Now Lear me back. Why call you the Holy John? Nay, call me rather, Jesus Christ's beloved, and lover of my children.

er heard can see!

WHAT a blond singer, over the sun,

Troubled and jubilant, how can it be

That the words of gladness, which flutters so far,

As if they fall from an evening star.

What the motif of one who many flowers is

Virulent motif of flower and tree?

How many shores in the dark like this?

What is their densities of light and life?

Her heart can see, her heart can see! Well may she sing or preyously! For the King himself, in his tender gruse both shows for the heightness of His face.

Dear mind must over the word.

A joyous heart does forth to them.

Longing for Home!

As joints the heart for water bruits, so joints my soul fur There.

Oth. when shall I behold! Thy tree, when will Thee call for me?

Thus sit at night. Learn mine open towards my heavenly home.

And long for this brief time when Thou my Lord, shall bid me.

And not I know that only those They blessed face shall see

Whose beauty from a certain sort of life are required and love

COME!

We are linked by a table of faith and song.

Flushing bright sympathy, well along:

One in the dust and one in the west,

Singing for Him, whom our souls love best.

Sister: what will our meeting be?

When our hearts shall sing, and our eyes shall see?

And ado, my Master and my Lord, I know I'm the firm most

With all This blessed in light to hold consummation sweet.

I know that those wise share They shine must in The likeness he.

And all the Spirit's precious frames in them the Father see.

Lord, grant me grace more pathedly to stelves with my poor heart.

And hide! Thy time to be with These and see There as Their art?

Right was the Pathway.

IGHT after darkness. Gain after loss. Strength after suffering. Crown after cross. Swell after bitter. Song after sigh. Home after wandering. Praise after cry.

WEAVES after sowing. Sun after rain. Sight after mystery. Peace after pain. Joy after sorrow. Calm after blast Rest after wearing. Sweet rest at last.

LAR after disar Gleam after bloom. Love after loneliness. Life after tomb. After long aony Picture of bliss! Rit was the way Leading to this!

The New Leaf.

HE came to my desk with a give in, lip. The lesson was done. "Dear Teacher, I want a new leaf," he said, "I have spotted this one." In place of the leaf, so stained and matted I gave him a new one, all unspotted. And into his sad eye smiled. "Do better now. My child."

I want to the throne with a quivering soul.

The old year was done

"Dear Father, hast Thou a new leaf for me?

I have spoiled this one.

He took the old leaf, tainted and blotted.

And gave me a new one,

all unspotted.

And into my sad heart smiled

"Do better now, my child."

Contents.

Almost loves ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 25

A Legend of Service ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 30

Back to that Bedroom ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 19

Christ's Glorious Knowledge! ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 27

God move in a mystical way ... ... ... H. W. C. 12

God's Wonderful Plan ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 28

He cares live! ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 3

Her heart can see! Father, Ride Heaven, Father Cosse 4

Husband was the Exciting Hyatt ... ... ... J. D. Harris 1

I remember's Land ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 20

In a myriad way ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 13

In praise of my Redneck ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 26

I loved ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... R. W. C. 31

Loving to Home! ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 1

Land less makes life more ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 7

Love's Victory ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 16

Milestones to Living will never be ... ... Isabella F. 29

O Love, that will not die ... ... George Motherson 9

Right was the Pathway ... ... ... Poems of Darwin 46

Rock of Age ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 33

She had done what she could ... ... Charles T. Russell 13

Still wandered the night ... ... Phyllis Lauder 32

St. John's Acre ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 43

The Best of Wishes ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 1

The Bridesmaids Dove ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 31

The Call's Path ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 26

The Changed Cross ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 3

The Last Supper ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 23

The Lord's Prayer ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 18

The New Law ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 17

The Minister Dan ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 30

Thy Kind's Care ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 17

We are wagging ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 22

Wizzy yet I want to love you like your own business ... ... ... 16

You will loot them ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 8

Zion's Glad Sorrow ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 46

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