leave us comfortless, He will come unto us. He who trod the wine-press alone will be very near His suffering servants in their hour of trial. A form like unto the Son of God will be with them in the furnace of pain, and will deliver them in His own good time. It may be the Cup will pass from us; or it may be that like our Master we learn to say, "The Cup which my Father hath given me shall I not drink it?" The much dreaded sorrow enters our home. "The worst," as we call it, comes to pass. We say meekly "Father, not my will but Thine be done," and we bend our heads and accept His will. Time passes, and it is often given to us to see clearly how wise, how loving was the will which refused to give what we so earnestly prayed for. Had our desires been granted, it would not have been for our happiness. He was only chastening us for our profit, causing us to pass through fire and water that we might be brought out into a wealthy place. We learn to thank God for refusing to grant our prayers. And even if we do not see all so clearly in this life, we must leave all trustfully to Him, resting peacefully on His promise, "What I do thou knowest not now, but thou shalt know hereafter," and we shall surely learn in that bright Home beyond the grave that what our Father does is well, and that His will was the best. Teach me to do Thy Will! Teach me to do Thy Will! Bid the wild storm-wind cease, Teach me to do Thy Will! To win earth's weary-hearted ones Teach me to do Thy Will! To walk in robes of white Bright with the radiance of that Land Teach me to do Thy Will! Meekly to wear Thy yoke, Teach me to do Thy Will! O Christ, the Blessed One, Help me in Thy deep strength to say, My Lord, Thy Will be done. H.Bowman." Songs amid the Shadows." The conflict, Lord, is ended, and Thy grace Hath now the victory won, And taught me thankfully to say, 66 Father, Thy Will be done." I scarcely understand how the wild storm Once it seemed very hard that Thou should'st choose What I had loved the most, To make me say "Thy Will be done " At such a bitter cost. But now I see that it was wisest Love, Claiming its rightful throne: That in my consecrated heart Thou mightest reign alone. My soul is crowded all with silent thoughts, A hush I cannot tell : Like the strange pauses in a dream, What though the future with its unknown depths Be hidden from my sight, I know that its untrodden paths Lead onward into light. Yes, I will trust Thee: Thou did'st once on earth Carry our griefs alone : Thou soughtest comforters to help, And friends, but they were gone. Thou knowest all my need; upon Thy care I utterly depend: Thy patience, that has borne the past, Will keep me to the end.-C. M. Noel. From "The Name of Jesus and other Poems." V. 66 THY WILL BE DONE IN EARTH, AS IT IS IN "THE Lord said unto him, Well done, good and faithful servant; thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things; enter thou into the joy of thy Lord."-St. Matt. xxv. 23. Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him."-1 Cor. ii. 9. "Wherefore, beloved, seeing that ye look for such things, be diligent that ye may be found of Him in peace, without spot and blameless."-2 St. Peter iii. 14. "And I saw no temple therein for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it. And the city had no need of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it: for the glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb is the light thereof. And the nations of them which are saved shall walk in the |