'My Beloved is Mine, and I am His.' 233 beside you, and you in spirit are called by Him to enjoy His divine preciousness without any mixture, failure, or cessation. I know you must feel it a very lonely time, but every gourd in time must come down, that the full beauty of Christ may satisfy and delight our hearts. May this be your experience richly. A 'MY BELOVED IS MINE, AND I AM HIS.' NOBLEMAN in the north of England once said to a gentleman who accompanied him in a walk, 'Those beautiful grounds, as far as your eye can reach, those majestic woods on the brow of the distant hills, and those extensive mines belong to me.' 'Well, my lord,' replied the gentleman, 'do you see yonder little hovel that seems but a speck in your estate? there dwells a poor woman who can say more than all this, for she can say, "CHRIST IS MINE." In a very few years your lordship's possessions will be confined within the scanty limits of a tomb; but she will then have entered on a far nobler inheritance than your lordship now possesses—an inheritance incorruptible, undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for those who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation.' Hymn Treasury, WATCH AND PRAY.-MATT. xxvi. 40. ETTER than sleep to watch with Christ, Better than sleep to kneel with Him, Oh, what we lose if sunk in sleep, To wakeful, watchful ones are given (LUKE ii. 8-13.) And rest is waiting, home is near; In hope to share our Lord's delight He will sustain the trembling flesh Though worn with pain our hearts will burn, And then, when all is done and borne, And this frail tent comes down, How fair the rest His love has won, How sweet the Master's word, 'Well done, Sit down upon My Throne.' E. STACY WATSON. HE IS THERE. CANNOT where He is not, go In crowded street or lonely grot; For could I climb the vault of blue, Beyond-before the birth of Days, And onward-past the fading sun, All earth and ocean, sun and star, The high, the deep, the near, the far, I find Him in the forest trees, I know that if 'tis good He will For He its Lord is there. The Infinite, Eternal, He Once came, a lowly Babe to be, And still, where'er the child-like heart GEORGE PAULIN. REST FOR THE WEARY. I'M weary and worn, Lord, I've wander'd far from Thee, Lord; I'm weary and worn, Oh give the weary rest. A wayward child indeed, Lord, No merit can I plead, Lord, But only my great need And Thy yet greater love. So bitter was earth's best, Lord, So ruffled was its rest, Lord, Ne'er could my heart opprest Find calm or comfort there. Too soon its bright skies shade, Lord; To save a sinking soul. So I will trust in Thee, Lord, Thy tender voice I hear, Lord, I lay me at Thy feet, Lord, That place to sinners sweet, Lord, ASK YE WHAT GREAT THING I KNOW. SK ye what great thing I know Jesus Christ, the Crucified. M. F. |