While in the faith that makes no haste My soul has time to see A kneeling host of Thy redeemed, In fellowship with me. There is a multitude around Responsive to my prayer : Or show me what it meant ! And I long to do some work of love For the poor and suffering of Thy flock But the yearning thought is mingled now The heart that ministers for Thee In Thy own work will rest ; And the subject spirit of a child Can serve Thy children best. Mine be the reverent, listening love, That waits all day on Thee, Finds all its daily work prepared, My heart is resting, O my God, "Thou art my portion," saith my soul, TRIUMPH THROUGH SUFFERING. 'Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of Thy waterspouts : all Thy waves and Thy billows are gone over me. Yet the Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night His song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life."-PSALM xlii. 7, 8. Go not far from me, O my strength, Whom all my times obey; Take from me anything Thou wilt, But go not Thou away, And let the storm that does Thy work On Thy compassion I repose, By the sweet voice of thankful song, Thy love has many a lighted path, No outward eye can trace, And my heart sees Thee in the deep, And communes with Thee, 'mid the storm, O comforter of God's redeemed, Whom the world does not see, What hand should pluck me from the flood, When I am feeble as a child, And flesh and heart give way, And the rough wind becomes a song, Oh, blessed are the eyes that see, Happy are they that learn, in Thee, There is no death for me to fear, For Christ, my Lord, hath died ; There is no curse in this my pain, For He was crucified. And it is fellowship with Him That keeps me near His side. My heart is fixed, O God, my strengthMy heart is strong to bear; I will be joyful in Thy love, And peaceful in Thy care. Deal with me, for my Saviour's sake, No suffering while it lasts is joy, Yet may the chastened child be glad It is not hard to bear by faith, For Thy rejoicing made. Well may the heart in patience rest Safe in Thy sanctifying grace, Almighty to restore— Borne onward-sin and death behind, And love and life before Oh, let my soul abound in hope, And praise Thee more and more! Deep unto deep may call, but I And let the storm that speeds me home, LIFE AND VICTORY IN THE BELOVED. "It is a faithful saying: For if we be dead with Him, we shall also live with Him: if we suffer, we shall also reign with Him."-2 TIMOTHY ii. II, 12. "Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me."-2 COR. xii. 9. COMPASSED about with songs, my soul was still- By the clear evidence of love subdued; I was content to die, that I might be Longed for Thy heavenly glory to be meet,— And the one thought of sacrifice was sweet. But He who knew my frame was training me By solemn reckonings of the weight of pain. Could I with patient love the Cross endure? Should I be every day content to die, To keep my daily life in Him secure? Then with fresh sweetness, from the saints in light, |