"They that patiently abide the Lord, those shall inherit the land." Ps. xxxvii. 9. BLESS'D are the poor in spirit, vile and low In their own eyes, who their own frailties know; The humblest here, are highest in God's sight; Theirs is the glorious realm of endless night. Bless'd are the meek, of gentle soul and sweet. Who unembitter'd, foes and scorners greet; Theirs is earth's heritage, again to know Adam's lost right to peace and joy below. WHETHER the task be duly done, Or the strong word unnoticed fall, No life is lost, no hope is vain, No prayer without a sequent deed; Some fleeting glance He doth endow, B. R. Parkes. They that seek the Lord, shall not want any good thing." Ps. xxxiv. 1O. LOVE Divine, that stoop'd to share Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear, On Thee we cast each earth-born care, We smile at pain while Thou art near! Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near! When drooping pleasure turns to grief, And trembling faith is changed to fear, The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf, Shall softly tell us, Thou art near! O. W. Holmes. November 6. They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.' Sow with a generous hand; Ps. cxxvi. 5. Pause not for toil or pain; Weary not through the heat of summer, Weary not through the cold spring rain; But wait till the autumn comes, For the sheaves of golden grain. Where, in spite of the coward's doubting, A. A. Procter. |