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“My thoughts are not as your thoughts, saith the

Nor are your ways as My ways. As the height
Of heaven above the earth, so are My ways,
My thoughts to yours ;-out of your sight,

Above your praise.”

O oracle most grand !
Thus teaching by sublimest negative
What by a positive we could not understand,

Or understanding, live !
And now, search fearlessly
The imperfections and obscurity,

The weakness and impurity,
Of all our thoughts. On each discovery
Write “ Not as ours!” Then in every line

Behold God's glory shine
In humbling yet sweet contrast, as we view
His thoughts, Eternal, Strong, and Holy, Infinite, and


They say there is a hollow, safe and still,

A point of coolness and repose
Within the centre of a flame, where life might dwell
Unharmed and unconsumed, as in a luminous shell ;

Which the bright walls of fire inclose
In breathless splendor barriers that no foes

Could pass at will.
There is a point of rest
At the great centre of the cyclone's force,

A silence at its secret source ;-
A little child might slumber undistressed,

Without the ruffle of one fairy curl,
In that strange central calm amid the mighty whirl.

So, in the centre of these thoughts of God,
Cyclones of power, consuming glory-fire-

As we fall overawed
Upon our faces, and are lifted higher
By His great gentleness, and carried nigher
Than unredeemed angels, till we stand

Even in the hollow of His hand-
Nay, more! we lean upon His breast-

There, there we find a point of perfect rest

And glorious safety. There we see

His thoughts to usward, thoughts of peace That stoop in tenderest love ; that still increase With increase of our need ; that never change ; That never fail, or falter, or forget.

O pity infinite !

O royal mercy free! O gentle climax of the depth and height Of God's most precious thoughts, most wonderful, most


“For I am poor and needy, yet The Lord Himself, Jehovah, thinketh upon me."


Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days;
Let thein flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands, and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet, and let them be
Swift and “beautiful” for Thee.
Take my voice, and let me sing
Always, only, for my King.
Take my lips, and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.
Take my silver and my gold;
Not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect, and use
Every power as Thou shalt choose.
Take my will, and make it Thine;
It shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart, it is Thine own;
It shall be Thy royal throne.

Take my love; my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure-store.
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all for Thee.


Just to let thy Father do

What He will ;
Just to know that He is true,

And be still.
Just to follow hour by hour

As He leadeth ;
Just to draw the moment's power

As it needeth.
Just to trust Him, this is all !

Then the day will surely be
Peaceful, whatsoe'er befall,

Bright and blessed, calm and free.

Just to trust, and yet to ask

Guidance still;
Take the training or the task

As He will.
Just to take the loss or gain,

As He sends it ;
Just to take the joy or pain,

As He lends it.
He who formed thee for His praise

Will not miss the gracious aim; So to-day and all thy days

Shall be moulded for the same.

Just to leave in His dear hand

Little things,
All we cannot understand,

All that stings.
Just to let Him take the care

Sorely pressing,
Finding all we let Him bear

Changed to blessing.

This is all! and yet the way

Marked by Him who loves thee best; Secret of a happy day,

Secret of His promised rest.


He who hath led will lead

All through the wilderness; He who hath fed will feed ;

He who hath blessed will bless; He who hath heard thy cry

Will never close His ear;
He who hath marked thy faintest sigh,

Will not forget thy tear.
He loveth always, faileth never ;
So rest on Him to-day, forever.

He who hath made thee whole

Will heal thee day by day ;
He who hath spoken to thy soul

Hath many things to say ;
He who hath gently taught

Yet more will make thee know;
He who so wondrously hath wrought

Yet greater things will show.
He loveth always, faileth never ;
So rest on Him to-day, forever.

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