LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. ^s/a6S^ CliapJD.X-T^Copyright No... Shelf..H4i-. UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. / / MYS.W FOR ^wvv MI I <^^'L^,R,.:::^^. LOOKING SUNWARD RAYS OF LIGHT DARKENED ROOMS BY ^ ELIZA E. HEWITT u AND EDMUND S. LORENZ DAYTON, OHIO LoRENz & Co., Publishers 1895 -aI GF Z^i\ 1 "^^ ^"^V£?,o^ 16 18D3 ^M^ ^VAS w\^5; A^ 3^ The Library OF Congress WASHINGTON Copyright, 1895, By E. S. Lorenz. The engraved music plates ia this Tolume were made by I. E. Blackburn & Co , Dayton, Ohi \n to C DEDICATED TO ALL, THOSE WHO, IN GOD'S INSCRUTABLE BUT NONE THE LESS WISE PROVIDENCE, LIE UPON BEDS OF LANGUISHING AND PAIN, BY TWO FELLOW-SUFFERERS, WHO WOULD SHARE THEIR LIGHT AND SO CHEER THE HOURS OF DARKNESS AND DOUBT WHICH GOD USES FOR THE TRAINING AND TESTING OF HIS SPIRITUAL FAVORITES. SUNSHINE \ E-5'l.orenz^ Jan. 1.1889 ^P SZ5 ^=5 i • — — * S g g:g g g f 1. When Iv\dlM with my Lond in tk sunshine, His companion5bip wai 2. WbPo I stood on the mount in (he sunshine, Felt I strong to walk 3. When I wdlked wiff) nrjy Lond in the sunshine, With my love v^ws mingn j,r 4^. Ob, hoKV precious thewdlK In the darhoesS! Ob, how dedrthe boupjif| down in the val-ley, Ev'ry step he leads nrrii (opyri^ht 1889 by E-S-Loreiiz,. sffffftffFN m SHADOW. E-S.Lc ^^^ m$ Si=i ^ ■ J fl:^ [«t; Then I wandered with him in the shddow, And my joy was made complefe. line. Then I groped in the gloom of Hie vdliey, And my helple55ne55wd5 shown. |i|ride,When1hedarh5hddow5fell I was humbled, And my love wd5 pu-n- fled. iipain! When the Saviour is walking be-sideme, NaKing I055 su-prem-est gain. II i^^r^fTiPfp-giFFFn^v-i ^UJjV J j JIJJr l l Jfe re my Sav-ioup leads me will 1 gladly go)Up on the mountain^ ^m ^^m m rich-er 0pdce doth show. — - ^^ p^=^ r'- P^m LOOKING SUNWARD GREETINGS We turn to the Book of blessing, And read its glad words of cheer, To find the happiest greetings To gladden the coming year : Num. 6 : 24-26. That the Lord would "bless" and "keep" us. And graciously give us "peace"; "Lift up his countenance" on us ( Light that shall i^ale not, nor cease) ; Fill us with "joy in believing," Rom. 15: 13. "Abounding in hope" the more; "Strengthen with might" by his Spirit, And lead us, going before; Make us fruit-bearing branches, "Hooted and grounded in love," Eph. 3:16, 17, "The power of his resurrection" Phii. 3: lo. Drawing our soul-growth above. Then sweetly the benediction Falls like a gentle refrain: The grace of Christ, our Lord Jesus, Phii. 4 : 23. ^ Be 'with you ever. Amen. So come to the Book of blessing. And read its dear pages through. For happiest words of greeting, n. cor. 5: 17. That make "all the days" seem "new." 5 LOOKING SUNWARD LOOKING SUNWARD LooKiXG sunward, like the flowers, Seeds from amaranthine bowers Blossom in these hearts of ours. Looking sunward all the daj^. Catching eveiy golden raj^ Lo! an ever-brightening way. Looking sunward, let the light, Streaming down in blessed night. Fill our hearts with radiance bright. Looking sunward, till the grace, Shining in the happy face. Cheer a neighbor in the race. Looking sunward, clouds flit by; But beyond. Love's trustful eye Sees the clear and smiling sky. Sun of Righteousness Divine, "Powers of darkness" may combine, Changeless, still, thy beams shall shine ! Guide us to that Land serene. Where no shadows intervene, Face to face thy glory seen! i LOOKING SUNWARD / THE "DOOR OF HOPE" "Therefore, behold, I will allure her, and bring her into the wilderness, and speak comfortably unto her. And I will give her her vineyards from thence, and the valley of Achor for a door of hope : and she shall sing there " ( Hos. 2 : 14, 15 ). Down in the valley of Achor, Valley of sorrow and tears, Wondering, Hath God forsaken? Mourning the lost, hapi^y years, Sadly, so sadly, I wandered. Hardly uplifting a prayer; This was the valley of Achor, Hedged with a wall of despair. Then, through the chill and the darkness (Falling, oh, so tenderly!), Listen! a gentle Voice speaking- Sweet words of comfort to me. "Rise, my dear child, from thy sorrow; See! I have opened a door; Come now, and stand on its threshold. Bright Door of Hope, evermore. Ah, what a radiance shining From the veiled face of my Lord ; So(ft, soft, the echoes vibrating. Music that breathed from his word. So led, — his arm was around me, — Coming to Hope's open door. Standing there in the warm sunshine, Sang I, my heart to outpour. Seeing the purple-crowned mountains. Hillsides and green vineyards there, Where the Lord's fruitage was gromng, Fruit for his "afterward" fair,— LOOKING SUNWARD Ah, then, forgettmg the valley, Now at this sweet, open door, Sang I again in my gladness, Longing to praise him still more. Songs of the Dear One beside me ; Songs of the bright hills beyond; Songs for the glory that touched me, Songs for the infinite bond Holding me ever and ever Close to the dear Saviour's side ; Songs, at Hope's door, of the country Where I shall be "satisfied." THE BIT OF FERN Edith was enjoying a rare treat, viewing a variety of mounted specimens through a fine microscope. Presently, a sHde was placed, on which was pressed a tiny bit of fern. A'ery insig- nificant it looked to the natural eye ; a speck of dull green upon the glass — that was all. But under the magnifying power, what unsuspected beauties appeared ! The delicate traceries of the fern were outlined in loveliest tints of olive, crim- son, gold ! " Can it really be," said Edith, " that this wealth of coloring existed all the while? Little did I imagine such a revelation as this ! " Then she thought reverently of the holy Eyes, " unto whom all hearts are open, all desires known, and from whom no secrets are hid." Very tenderly LOOKING SUNWARD » those Eyes are looking down into the lives of his children. So unattractive they seem at times to our unaided sight; so dull, so commonplace! But He can see in the lowly life of trust that grows, like the little fern, in some secluded corner of his world, a rich and wondrous beauty, crimson hues of love and sacrifice, golden lines of obedience and praise, that will make a part, "some sweet day, by and by," of the "glory that is to be revealed" at the coming of the King. "Then, too," thought Edith, with a throb of joy, "in that glad day we who have known 'in part' shall 'know eveii as we are known'; we, too, will see and recognize the hidden charms that bloomed around us here." "Can we not," whispered an inward monitor, "antedate that experience to some extent? Can we not use the microscope of faith to discern everlasting mercies in God's dealings with us — mercies too long unobserved and unimproved ? Can we not take the magnifying glass of love to look into the characters of those about us and discover many a trait of loveliness hitherto un- noticed and unappreciated?" So will life be full of pleasant surprises, and in more senses than one "The meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often he too deep for tears." 10 LOOKING SUNWARD GOD'S PRECIOUS THINGS *'His eye seeth every precious thing": The tiny fern that in the rock-cleft grows, The flower that blushes on the Alpine snows, The rainbow tintings of an insect's wing, The secret spring from which the river flows. "His eye seeth every precious thing": In the unpolished stone the brilliant gem That some day shall adorn a diadem; In the dull ore the gold grains glittering — *'Thy riches," Lord! "the earth is full" of them. "His eye seeth every precious thing": First faint responses to his matchless grace, The eyes at last uplifted to his face. The timid venture to a smiling king, The dim Christlikeness that he loves to trace. "His eye seeth eveiy precious thing": God's hidden one, with naught of earthly fame. Whose years go by in seeming just the same. Look up! while faith and hope shall brightly sing, For on his heart our High Priest wears thy name. "His ej^e seeth eveiy precious thing": The sacriflce that love is glad to make. The perfume boxes that his Marj^s break. The smallest gift his humblest child can bring. The lowly service done for his name's sake. "His eye seeth every precious thing": Wherever his redeemed have found a grave, — In unknown solitudes, beneath the wave, — His faithful eye keeps watch. Ring, anthems, ring ! Our mighty God will soul and body save. Jenhie Wilson. THE GLAD HEREAFTER (For Male Voices) y'l Ji jjj JifP ji»jc P F r 1. When passed are tears and laugh-(ep And earthly gloom and 2. Now ofr-en-tJ>»es his Jead-ings Are where deep sbad-o 3. Each chds-ten-ing af-fiic-tion Is sent in ten-der 4. Though now tears flow un-bid-den, Here -af-ter we sha: e:-VtJipp J J l^ ^^^ s^ y^trrtp p I Fj F F ^ i We Shallin the bere-af-ter The Master's dealings And to our prayKfal plead-ings There seenrr^ eth no re And bears a ben-e-dic-tion, Down-waft-ed from . Our Sctviour's band though bid-den, Ha sled us all the ^^^ r r f ^ ^E^E^ I * And afacfe-fess crown of ^/o-ry shaH Succeed the cross of p. -^. %U Copyright 1893, by £.5.Loren5 t^j^ ♦^^'•^^^^ In the light of the ^rear hereaf-ter life's dark pathsshall bemcidepl am. 2; LOOKING SUNWARD 11 "EVERLASTING" Taking *' Jesus only," "everlasting life,'' Safe among the billows and the stormy strife; Since his tender mercies never, never cease, "Everlasting kindness," "everlasting peace." "Everlasting cov'nant" written in his blood, Everlasting promise of the living God; In the "Rock of Ages," everlasting might; Walking in his footsteps, "everlasting light." In the "Friend of sinners," everlasting charms; Under human weakness, "everlasting arms"; Leaning on his bosom, everlasting rest, Everlasting answers to the soul's request. Breaking thro' the shadows, everlasting day. Everlasting well-springs gushing by the way; In the toil and conflict, "everlasting strength"; Everlasting vict'ry, crowning us at length. Everlasting purpose, here but dimly shown; Everlasting wisdom, everlasting throne; Ruling, overruling; happy faith will sing. Looking up to Jesus, everlasting king. "Everlasting gospel," tidings rich and free; Everlasting praises, swelling like the sea; Everlasting treasure, moth nor rust destroy; In his holy presence, "everlasting joy." Everlasting blessing from the land above; Boundless, never changing, "everlasting love"; Everlasting mansions, where we'll see his face;' Everlasting glory, everlasting grace. 12 LOOKING SUNWARD NEW COMPASSIONS "His compassions fail not. They are new every morning" (Lam. 3:22,23). Is THERE not some mistake in this reference? Are these hopeful, beautiful words really found in a book with such a doleful name as "Lamen- tations"? Ah, yes! the lamentations of God's believing people have ever an accompaniment of joy, and the solemn minor passages break unex- pectedly into pseans of victory and praise. " Every morning " for everybody. Are you tired of monotony ? Are you thirsting for fresh water in the wilderness journey ? Here are springs that "fail not." What is God's "new compassion" for you to-day ? Is it this text applied to your heart by the Comforter ? What will it be to-morrow, I wonder ? How pleasant to wake up " every morn- ing" in the year, just as you do at Christmas, thinking, "Something is waiting for me!" — and that "something" a new thought of love in the tender heart of the Heavenly Father, the watching Saviour ! A new stirring of sympathy, a fresh outgoing of help for needs and longings which are not just the same to-day as yesterday. Or, if it is the recurrence to-day of the old burden of many yesterdays ; if it is the weariness of it that is so disheartening, so hard to bear ; well, the " com- LOOKING SUNWARD 13 passion" is "new"; the comforting, the "present help," when we look for them, are "new," too. Precious Saviour, help us so to look up to thee "every morning," that we shall daily "sing unto the Lord a new song" of loving praise. "SUFFICIENT" "Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof." "My grace is sufficient lor thee." Sufficient for the day: The ill, the disappoiutment, or the loss; Tne trifling worry or the heavy cross, — Just enough for the day. Sufficient — for what ends? The lesson that the Master's eyes discern His scholar has most urgent need to learn. "Line upon line" he sends. Sufficient for to-day! His child must grow in patience, faith, and prayer. But courage, heart ! Cast upon him thy care, — "Lo, I am here alway." Sufficient it must be! His love is fitting thee for perfect bliss; No grain weight more than needful is for this, Thy Saviour lays on thee. Sufficient! Not the ill Alone, for gently to thy soul each hour Comes his sweet grace, as on the fainting flower ' The evening dews distill. So comfort take and pray. And thou shalt find sufficient is his grace, E'en though thro' clouds the sunshine of his face Illumines all the way. 14 LOOKING SUNWARD THREE PILLOWS I AM very weak and weary, But I peacefully recline On three soft and soothing pillows, — Wisdom, power, and love divine. Wonderful, unerring wisdom ! Blessed comfort this shall be. That the Lord, who knoweth all things, Knows just how to care for nae ; How to cheer me in my sadness, Change my loss to endless gain ; How to sow the seeds of gladness In the furrows made by pain. Then his power ! Oh, mighty pillow For an aching, troubled head ! 'Tis his word commands the whirlwind, And the waters know his tread; He who rules the constellations. Stills the raging of the sea, Holds the arrows of the lightning. Has the power to care for me. All my heart is sweetly resting On the pillow of his love ; Looking up, his eyes, so tender, Smile upon me from abov^. Love, for me at Bethlehem cradled, Love that wept at Bethany, Love that bore the cross of anguish. Love, his love, will care for me. So, though very weak and weary, Yet I peacefully recline On three soft, upholding pillows, — Wisdom, power, and love divine. E. E. Hewitt. %sting in ^\J I fete s B ^3 ■•■-♦-#•-•■ ' V— J^ ^ 1. Here peace, and love, and hope a - bide, Rest-ing im 2. He gen - tiy whispers, *'Thou art mine," Eest-ing i^m 3. So let me pass thro' Ba - ca's vale, Rest-ing izno 4. Oh, may I fall a - sleep at last, Rest-ing iini m^m -J- — t^ CHORUW Rest - mg. i fe^ f^ ^ Rest-ing in my Sav - ior's arms. Rest-ing in my Sav - ior's arms. Rest-ing in my Sav - ior's arms. Waking in my Sav - ior's arms. Rest-ing, rest-ii 9 ^r; L i r i \ \^ BH :^:=n Rest ing, I i ^'i?=S=^ tij^.- c ^ u u u r Sav - ior's arms; I am rest-ing, sweet-ly rest - ii PSP ^E t=t: S3 Copyright, 1895, by E. S. Lorenz. iiSavior's Arms. E. S. LORENZ. ^ :q= -^^- ^^.^-H— -H- tt* ^ir-:^ i: ny ny ny Sav-ior's arms; And corn-forts flow, whate'er be - tide, Sav-ior's arms; Faith glad - ly an - swers, I am thine, Sav-ior's arms; And find the springs that nev - er fail, Sav-ior's arms; Then, ev - 'ry sin and sor-row past, n -(^ rest mg, fi ^ 1— # '-0 u*- r '^ '^ 'i^ V I iif I am sweet-ly rest-ing, I am rest-ing in my Sav - ior's :p=tc t=f: ]Z^ -i — r rest mg. -:ii^ :i I ilS ^ ■^i=i^ ^^-^^ / > t»^ • j j - - •' ^ - ' -6^ iif rest-ing, sweetly rest-ing, Rest-ing in my Savior's arms. ^5=^ -^ — r- ^ LOOKING SUNWARD 15 BERTHA'S TEACHERS "What a delightful place this garden is !" said Bertha. No wonder that she thought so on that sunny, sparkling day. It was a luxury to breathe the pure, soft air, bearing perfume from the incense- cups of the flowers. The noble trees that tangled the sunshine in their leafy meshes were tuneful with the carols of the birds. " But, after all," continued she, turning lovingly to her companion, "I think it is your presence with me that gives the garden its greatest charm. Somehow, the beauty, the brightness, and the song seem all connected with yourself. Tell me, what is your name, lovely guest, and how came you here ? " "My name is Joy, and your Best Friend sent me here to teach you the meaning of his name, which is Love." "Gladly will I learn, for truly he must be my Best Friend to send me such a teacher as you, dear Joy, and I can well believe his name is Love, since even his messenger is so winning and beautiful." But the sun was sinking in the west, and, even 16 LOOKING SUNWAED as Bertha spoke, the glowing light began to pale, the birds hushed their sweet music, and the flow- ers closed their eyes in slumber. " Is the night coming so soon ? " asked Bertha, in surprise. Joy's face was toward the fading sunset, but he turned and looked at her. with an expression she could not understand. "Yes," he answered gently, "night is coming, and I must leave you." " Oh, no ! " said she, in alarm. " Why will you go?" "Because your Best Friend calls me. You have learned only a little of his name. He will send you another teacher. Farewell." As the bright form and lovely countenance disappeared from her longing view, a chilly wind sighed among the branches, and Bertha trembled. Another companion stood by her, whose mysteri- ous veilings inspired both awe and fear. " Who are you ? " cried the shrinking Bertha. "I am Sorrow," and the sobbing of the winter wind was in her voice. "Leave me," said Bertha, passionately. "I fear and dislike you ; the mist and the gloom of the night are upon you — nay, proceed from you. My Best Friend did not send you, for his name is Love." LOOKING SUNWARD 17 " Yes, and because his name is Love, he has sent me. Turn not away from me in anger; come indoors with me, and bear patiently with my attendance until you gain the blessing it is mine to give. Then will my mission be accomplished." Reluctantly, but irresistibly, Bertha was led into the seclusion of the house. ^'It is all dark- ness," moaned she, ''and the shrieking of the wind fills me with terror." "Wait," said her teacher. "'Behind the clouds the starbeams lurk.' Let us go to the window and watch until we see the jewels of the sky sparkling against the dark background of the passing storm." As they watched, the rain fell more and more gently, till it ceased ; the wind died into soft whis- perings, and one by one the stars shone out upon a brightening sky; the night grew fair, and peaceful, and holy. Bertha was no longer afraid of her companion. She seemed to see a reflection of the starlight in the eyes that looked at her so kindly. " Look ! " said Sorrow, and she pointed to a star more gloriously beautiful than all the rest. "It is the Morning Star, the herald of the dawn." As she threw her veil aside to welcome the fresh. 18 LOOKING SUNWARD dewy air of the coming day, there was a sweetness, a radiance, upon her countenance, as if in answer to the opal tints that streaked the eastern sky. "Sorrow, I never knew till this moment how beautiful you are," said the astonished Bertha. "You even look like Joy, only nobler, grander than my friend of yesterday." "'Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning,'" replied the transfigured guest. " Let us come into the garden, for the sun- shine is there again. Can you believe now that your best Friend sent me, and that his name is Love ? " " Oh, yes ; and I have learned new and precious lessons of the meaning of that name. But will the night return, and will you draw around you again that dreadful veil of darkness ? " " It may be so ; I know not. This only can I tell you : Fear not. The brightness of the day is yours when he sends it; the stars of consola- tion are yours also, should night come on again ; you will henceforth be better able to discern the face of Joy beneath the veil of Sorrow. Trust Him 'who turneth the shadow of death into the morning,' 'until the day break, and the shadows flee away ' forever and forever." I E. E. Hewitt. Andante. Wings Hqv May all thou sendest us bring! a ?=2 m^ PH^^ -(Z- 1 — r s Z2: 9z2Z 1. In all thou lend - est us, Thy love we see; 2. May dark-ness be the way In - to thy light; 3. Grant us the vie - to - ry, Strengthen, re - store; i 2=« 2z2 -^^i^r^: 1^^^ ^ — ^'^ ♦ :2=2=:^ sr S=^t2=^: I 5=^=S So shall thy ho - ly will This bless - ed aim ful fi: 'Mid storm-y' waves, a calm, 'Mid sighs, a joy - ful ai Life in thy pres-ence blest, Life where the wea - ryje- I & ?Z12^ -i|-+ ^S? ^sg ?=± _ ; ■ y Copyright, 1S95, by E. S. Lor enz. menward. £1 to thee."- Phillips Brooks. E. S. LORENZ, ^^ rx^ 3 May all thou send - est us Wings heavenward be. Thy grace, the smile of day In sor - row's night. Death un - to life shall be An o - pen door. r^ ^ y - fill, Bring-ing us near - er still, Dear Lord, to thee, aim. In grief, a heal - ing balm, O Lord, our might, •est, Lean-ing up - on thy breaot, Saved ev - er - more. 13 ^ :^ I I LOOKING SUNWARD 19 "UNTIL THE DAY BREAK" His promises, like sparkling stars, Upon the curtains of the night, Through sorrow's long and lonely hours, Illume the soul with holy light. "Until the day break," and the shades Lift their dark wings and hasten now Before the sweet and gracious dawn,— Lo ! morning's star upon her brow. So end our night of weeping, Thou Who art our "Bright and Morning Star"; From the high watch-towers of our faith. We wait thy coming from afar. 20 LOOKING SUNWARD PASSING THINGS Patience, my soul ! The thoughtless word that stings, The fretting care, the blighted hope, Are only passing things ; But oh, the peace, the light of God, The hope that never fades away, Are mine, to last as long as lives Eternity's bright day. Patience, my soul ! The "riches that have wings," The broken ties, the lonely home. Are only passing things; But oh, the "riches of his grace," The meetings at the crystal sea. The treasures of "my Father's house,'' Are mine, eternally. Patience, my soul ! The fears and sufferings. The failures sore, the downcast heart, Are only passing things ; But oh, the victory of faith, The life so beautiful and pure. The glory that shall be revealed, Forever shall endure. E. E. H. No Darl(n -•■ ■§■ -f" '•'' 1 No sick room in the mansions That Je - sns will pre-pe; 2. No wea-ry, lone-ly moments In that e-ter-nal <^ 3 Ah soon shall dawn the morning When all the clouds de-i^; No shadow on the fac - es A-glow with love and,;! No snff'ringand no lan-guor Those pearly gates shall ij No sick-room in the mansions Be-yond the ]ew-eled|a -t 1 -^ i -t- CHOKCS. No darkened room, No pain, no gloom. In our Father's house onj^ Copyright, 1895, by E. S. Lorenz. ped I^oom. Melody by E. E. Hewitt. i=a im -^r-^-rr^-li— ^r-^r * * *T^ No close - ly-curtained windows To hide the sunshine And not a hng' ring tear-drop: He wipes all tears a- No bur - den on the shoulder, No sor-row on the I -.9- -0- ■#- I r fair; way; heart. *=:pt i iji— F^ ^— H I P ht, And on that cit - y's splendor There nev - er falls a night. iss; Im-mor -tal songs are ring-ing Around the "sea of glass.' ill; There shall I see his glo - ry, My King, my all - in - all. :& ^£ P 1=t: P ^—i 0-^ i^a £ ^^t=T- :]=: I r*-Tf gh; Sweet rapture swells Where Jesus dwells, We'll be there, by and by. ii I y— i b^^ ?E3: LOOKING SUNWARD 21 "TREASURES OF DARKNESS" "Treasures of light"! How the very words seem to glow and sparkle with the iridescent beams of day ! We see the blushing morning as she "stands tiptoe on the mountain-tops," flinging her jewels on the tide of every rippling stream, and burnishing with gold the leaves that rustle a joyous welcome at the sound of her approach- ing footsteps. But God, who is the Author of Light, says unto his child, " I will give thee the treasures of dark- ness." Will it not be a pleasant thing, since they are our inheritance, to examine these "hidden riches of secret places " ? Down in the deep, dark mines lie the "black diamonds" that have been forming there for cen- turies. Buried beauty ! Imprisoned sunlight ! But in the cold winter days the hearthstone will be bright with the coals aflame with light and heat, and in the cheery warmth of the ingleside we will rejoice in the "treasures of darkness." Just .so, a hymn, a text, a cherished memory, will come to the soul in wintry hours of gloom, lighting there the living fires of faith that will give comfort, and blessing, and gladness. 22 LOOKING SUNWARD Glorious is the sunset horizon as the Lord of Day gathers around him his robes of purple, crimson, and gold, but after a while, when the train "has swept through the western gates, then ' One by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossom the sweet stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels,' and the moonbeam's silver light makes, over the ocean waves, a glittering path, as if to worlds beyond." Then again, we think of the " treasures of dark- ness," and looking up to the sky of God's un- changing truth, we may count over some of the numberless stars that glisten in the constellations of grace, and see the witching beauty of the reflected rays of the "Sun of Righteousness" in the moonbeams of peace that come to us through the loving ministrations of Christian friends. " Yes, I am suffering in my body," said Sophie, a sweet, triumphant smile upon her pale face, "but I have diamonds of joy in my heart." Diamonds of joy ! "Goodly pearls" of patience and trustfulness and hope ! Precious gems are these, brought up from the mines of sorrow and the dark waters of affliction. "Full many a gem, of pm*est ray serene, The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear." t LOOKING SUNWARD 23 Some quiet hour, "wjien the shadows have a little longer grown," God will send to his child another of these "treasures." "More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth his beloved sleep." The night will pass, the sleep be broken by the rapturous music of heaven, and the "treasures of darkness" be exchanged for the "glory that is to be revealed in us" when "joy cometh in the morn- ing," and the smile of the King shall light the man- sions in his Father's house, forever and forever. "SONGS IN THE NIGHT" God parts the curtains of the night, To let his angels through ; And streams a fairer, clearer light Than fell from sunlit blue. More sweetly rings the hymn of praise, From that exultant throng. Than when the morning stars rejoiced In glad creation song. Ah, look ! in darkness of the soul A soft and holy light When faith's uplifted eyes behold . Celestial visions bright. Not yet his angel messengers Their ministries shall cease; "Songs in the night" he giveth still; The Christ comes — glory, peace ! 24 LOOKING SUNWARD "AS ADVERTISED" Hope went down town to get a new hat, and of course loitered a little by the way to enjoy the gay displays in the store windows. Such artistic groupings, such delightful combinations of colors, were quite alluring to beauty-loving eyes. Hope's attention was soon attracted by seeing a little placard on each article: "|3.98, as adver- tised"; "16.50, as advertised." The meaning was obvious. The enterprising merchants had published a list of articles, with prices, in the morning newspapers, and these tickets emphasized the fact that here was the veritable article described, at the exact price mentioned. The advertisement had been the promise of which the hat, or silk waist, or w^hat not, was the fulfillment. Then Hope's mind wandered away from the passing throng of people and the glittering sights before her — things "of the earth, earthy" — to a quiet garden at the dawning of a spring morning long ago. The birds were twittering overhead, the flowers were opening their sweet eyes to look at the clouds of gold and amethyst floating on the tranquil blue. Under the gray shade of the LOOKING SUNWARD 25 olive were an open grave, a group of women, and a mighty angel. The angel, whose " countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow," spake words of glad cheer: "He is risen, as he said" May we not all have a like joyous experience ? Are we not commanded to "prove all things"? When we read in the morning hour of a blessing only waiting for the claim of faith, why do we not go at once to the great storehouse of mercy, "without money and without price," and find the blessed gift " as advertised " in the Word ? or, to use more scriptural language, find it even "as he said." For there was never a promise relating to pres- ent need that was not meant to be proven, and the fulfillment to be made over into the posses- sion of the believer, a glowing, glorious reality. "Ask, and receive, that your joy may be full." 26 LOOKING SUNWARD OUR REMEMBRANCER *' But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said unto you " (John 14: 26). Bring now to my remembrance, Dear Comforter Divine, Some precious consolation, Some blessed word of thine, That thou didst gently whisper, In breathings soft and low, To prophet, sage, or psalmist, In days of long ago. Or, take the words of Jesus, By Galilee's blue sea; His promises so gracious — Tell them again to me. Remind me, whem I 'm weary. That he will give me rest, And that the weak aud helpless He carries on his breast. Bring now to my remembrance Dear Comforter Divine, Some jewel I 've forgotten, Some gem from mercy's mine ; And hang hope's fairest pictures To brighten memory's halls. Suggestions of the beauty Within the jasper walls. » LOOKING SUNWARD 27 * Bring now to my remembrance, Dear Comforter Divine, The blessings richly granted, The joys that have been mine. Let yesterday's sweet echoes Awake new songs of praise. And vanished beams, reflected, Light up these shadowed days. Bring now to my remembrance, Dear Comforter Divine, The times when in the darkness I saw God's glory shine. Oh, bring his loving-kindness In glorious review. And with each added token My wondering thanks renew. 28 LOOKING SUNWARD THE TOUCH OF JESUS "Jesus put forth his hand, and touched him " (Matt. 8:3). Touch me, gentle Saviour; Close beside me stand ; Let me feel the pressure Of thy pierced hand. Virtue floweth from thee; Touch my wounded heart; Let thy tender healing Perfect peace impart. "He came and took her by the hand, and lifted her up; and immediately the fever left her, and she ministered unto them" (Mark 1:31). Touch me, great Physician, Touch my aching brow ; May thy sweet refreshing Bring me comfort now. Moved by thy compassion, Touch my fevered hand, Till in loving service I before thee stand. " Lo, this hath touched thy lips ; and thine iniquity is taken away, and thy sin purged " (Isa. 6:7). Touch my lips, dear Master, With a living coal From thy sacred altar ; Then shall praises roll I LOOKING SUNWARD 29 Freely as a river From its mountain spring, Telling thy salvation, My Redeemer-King ! "He put his hands again upon his eyes, and made him look up "(Mark 8: 25). Touch mine eyes, O Saviour! Let faith's vision grow Clearer, fuller, stronger. Seeing love's bright glow. Touch mine ears to listen To the "still, small voice"; May each whispered promise Make my heart rejoice. "Jesus put forth his hand, and touched him, saying, I will; be thou clean " (Matt. 8:3). Touch me, mighty Jesus! Touch my sinful soul; Blessed Lamb of Calvary, Cleanse me, make me whole. Oh, what joy to know thee Near, so near to me ! Is thy touch so precious? What will heaven be? 30 LOOKING SUNWARD CLIMBING OLD CHEOPS A GROUP of friends were enjoying a collection of photographs of famous places. Presently, they came to a picture of the Pyramids. "How very natural looking ! " said Mr. N. Then he gave a graphic and amusing account of his ascent of Cheops during the previous winter. This great pyramid is four hundred and fifty-one feet high, ascending by steps of three feet each. You can imagine what a steep staircase this would be, especially when covered with layers of sand and debris. An Arab guide grasped each hand, and leaped forward, dragging the traveler along by main force ; another rapacious Arab, hungry for a dollar, seized his cane ; another went to the rear and vigorously pushed and grunted ; while a fifth officiously offered a drink of vile-looking water. With all this pushing, pulling, jumping, and clambering, the ascent occupied nearly a half hour, and the gentleman arrived at the top too exhausted to enjoy the superb view that stretched before him. But to his amazement, one of the guides skipped lightly down the side of Cheops, up the next pyramid, and back again, in an in- LOOKING SUNWAKD 31 credibly short space of time, and with cat-Hke ease and agihty. One of the Hsteners thought of this text : "He maketh my feet Hke hinds' feet ; and setteth me upon my high places." A new light flashed upon the familiar words. Life sometimes seems to be a rough and stony Cheops. How are we to keep steadily moving onward and skyward? Only when the feet are fitted for the task by the unfailing grace of God. David found many a Hill Difficulty in his pilgrimage, and it was a glad and triumphant experience of the power of his almighty Helper that enabled him to say, "It is God that gird- eth me with strength, and maketh my way per- fect." Long years after, Habakkuk found similar trials, and rejoiced in the same consolation. "The Lord God is my strength, and he will make my feet like hinds' feet, and he will make me to walk upon mine high places." But suppose, in the weakness of our faith, we cannot grasp the promise — cannot believe it pos-^ sible that our poor, stumbling feet could gain such attainments. Then the Lord, in the tenderness of his sympathy and the reality of his help, 32 LOOKING SUNWARD changes the figure of the promise, and says, "I will hold thee." "The Lord Hfteth up the meek." It is not easy for us to climb up those great steps, but it will be easy for him to lift us. And his assistance will not be the rude forcing of "an hireling," but the loving upholding of the Friend who says, " I will lead on softly." Let us be assured that with such leading we shall not be too exhausted to enjoy the view when we reach the summit. Before our happy vision will lie the fair valley of blessing and a more beautiful river than the Nile, even the broad River of Peace, gliding on to the Ocean of Bless- edness. " For this God is our God for ever and ever : he will be our guide even unto death." HE KMOWJ Unknown ; ii.ii/uijj4^iii|ryN 1 . He hnow5 the bit-ter, wea-ry way,Tbe end-lessstriv-ii 2. He knows ho«r hard the fight has been, The cloads that come 3. Me know3,when,faintandworn we sinh,t1ow deep the pain h|i 4-. HehDow3!oh,tho't sofullotbliss! Fortho'on earfhourjji ^S $ ^ ^ Refrain. %=^ ^^H^"H-^ f He kno\v5 it all! The bii-ter w ^4=i^ W=^ 301 opyright 1889 by E.S.Loren^ IT ALL. s E.S-Lopen?, ig i^'iJ4i^iM'A-J r ^ * '^ * ^ -«- ^ day by day, The soub thatweep the 50ul5 thdtpray-He knows if all. ihVes between.The wounds theworld htionever 3(?en- Heknow5 it all. inear the brink Of dark despair we pause and 5hrink-Hel^now3 it dl). y3wemi5-s We still can bear It, feel-ing thi5-HeKnow5it all. Jti^ S 3i|j(that weep, 50ub that pray, He Know5 it all m ^ p 41 LOOKING SUNWARD 33 JUST AS THEY COME Take the days thy Father sends thee Just as they come; Golden treasures that he lends thee, Just as they come ; Passing by on time's swift wheels, Day by day his love reveals, Night by night his goodness seals, Just as they come. Take the pleasures and the trials Just as they come; Granted prayers, and wise denials. Just as they come. All thy need the Father knows. Naught but blessing he bestows ; Take the briars and the rose, Just as they come. Take the duties he appoints thee. Just as they come ; 'Tis for these his grace anoints thee, Just as they come. None too small to test thy love. And the willing heart to prove, Steps to nobler work above, Just as they come. Learn the lessons kindly given, Just as they come; Train thereby thy soul for heaven, Just as they come. Xesus knows the hardest lines In the pages he assigns, And his mercy through them shines, Just as they come 3 34 LOOKING SUNWARD THE USE OF THE HUMP There are some men in the world who can answer any question put to them. Harper's Young People tells a good story about one of these persons who was once a keeper of the London Zoo. He was pestered to death by the questions which people asked, but he always gave an answer. On a recent occasion a coun- tryman strolled in, and after looking curiously at the camel for a few moments, he turned to the keeper and said : "I say, mister, what's he have a hump for?" " What does he have a hump for ? " repeated the keeper. "Yes; what's the good of it?" asked the vis- itor. "Why — er — it makes the camel of him, of course," replied the keeper, after some hesita- tion. "People wouldn't travel miles to see him if he didn't have that hump. Fact is, without it he might as well be a cow." The stranger departed very well satisfied. Many of us, like the countryman at the zoo, have questions to ask about "the use of the hump." Perhaps we can find a suggestive an- LOOKING SUNWARD 35 swer in the wisdom of the philosophical keeper, "It makes the camel of him." Disadvantages of station or environment, phys- ical afflictions, disappointments, loss, hindrances, — these are the humps of which we say, discon- tentedly, "Cuibono?" Yet these very things are needful to make of each one of us just what God would have us be ; to develop his special thought concerning us as to usefulness, influence, beauty of character, Christ-likeness. "For one star difiPereth from another star in glory." St. Paul had a hump (although he called it " a thorn " ), and by the blessing of God it helped to make the saint of him — brave, heroic soldier of the cross that he was! Mrs. Fearall has a hump in the shrinking diffidence that is such a hindrance, she thinks, in her Christian work. But her felt need throws her more entirely upon the strength of God, which, more than she realizes, is made "perfect" in her "weakness." Will Steadfast had a hump — a tendency to pulmonary trouble that sent him, an exile from home, to a far-distant frontier town. Yet there he was made an instrument of great usefulness 36 LOOKING SUNWARD in becoming a moral and intellectual leader in the formative years of a rapidly growing city. Gentle little Pearl has a hump, compelling her to exchange the rosy dreams of youth for the wearisome life of a "shut-in." Yet who can tell how many lives she has brightened and uplifted by -'only forgetting herself" and showing her tender thoughtfulness for others by those sympa- thizing, hopeful letters that make "Sunny Cor- ner " a blessed center to many grateful hearts. These humps ! Who is without one ? Ah, well, we do not choose them, nor need we. One wiser and more loving than the best of us knows when and where to send them, and he only can give the transforming touch that will turn the burden to a blessing, the sigh to a song, the sob to a shout of victory. Laus Deo ! LOOKING SUNWARD 37 A BRUISED REED The rnddy shepherd lad On Judah's grassy hills, Oft led his flock to rest Beside the flowing rills; And from the reeds that grew Along the rippling stream, Drew forth some simple notes To voice a poet's dream. The Heavenly Shepherd seeks, With love and skill divine, To waken blessed chords In this poor heart of mine. Dear Master, canst thou use A bent and bruised reed. To make the melody Of which "the Lord hath need''? Thy tenderness and grace Stir echoes pure and long; Oh, breathe them forth thro' me. And make my "life a song." Take thou the bruised reed, And give it. Lord, a voice, — Thy music, that shall e'en Make other hearts rejoice. 38 LOOKING SUNWARD FOLDED HANDS Folded, because of our Father's will ; "Even so, Father! " help us "be stilL" Folded Id loving, believing prayers. Cast in the censer our High Priest bears. Folded in praise of the wondi'ous grace,. Making us "meet" for the fitted "place." Folded in patience : weU may this be When the dear nail-pierced hands we see. Folded in hope of the service blest AYhere joyful action is perfect rest. "THEIR ARM EVERY MORNING" "Be thou their arm every morning" (Isa. 33: 2). For his people an arm of redemption. "Thou hast with thine arm redeemed thy people." "And he saw that there was no man, and wondered that there was no intercessor: therefore his arm brought salvation unto him." Can anything be more beautiful than this ? It pictures our God as if wondering that no one but himself should be willing to save sinners, and so the very arm against which we have rebelled is the one outstretched to bring salvation. Is it not wonderful ? LOOKING SUNWARD 39 But that arm has not only obtained eternal redemption " once for all," but it is " outstretched still" "every morning" to deliver us from the spiritual foes that daily, hourly, strive to injure and defile us. But "thou hast a mighty arm," always ready to help, uplift, and strengthen ; and those who, in their weakness, rely upon that arm will come out of every conflict with the glad song of praise upon their lips. " sing unto the Lord a new song ; for hje hath done marvellous things : his right hand, and his holy arm, hath gotten him the victory." His arm means sovereignty. Looking into our own lives and out into the world, we see some- times very much to perplex and dishearten ; but "his arm shall rule for him." " My righteousness is near ; my salvation is gone forth, and mine arms shall judge the people : the isles shall wait upon me, and on mine arm shall they trust." His arm means guidance. What do we know of to-morrow? Is not every outgoing into the future,, as far as mere earthly foresight is con- cerned, a leap into the dark? But leaning on our Beloved, every step is taken "in the light," and his upholding will bear us surely, safely 40 LOOKING SUNWARD onward. "That led them . . . with his glorious arm." His arm means the strong, yet tender, support of the helpless. "He shall gather the lambs with his arm." And of Him who is the "brightness" of the Father's "glory" we read that he took the children up in his arms, put his hands upon them, and blessed them. Dear Lord, if through thy grace we have been converted and have become as little children, then we claim the children's place and the chil- dren's blessing ! Take us up in thine arms " every morning," and in every hour of fear carry us in thy bosom. His arm means the embrace of an infinite love. Just as the tired head falls upon the pillow, so let the soul lie down upon the "ever- lasting arms" that faint not, neither are weary. "And the peace of God, which passeth all un- derstanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus." I Dismiss I E. E. Hewitt. QTARTET. ■ Casting all your care upon him, s ^-n t^ 1. Dismiss thy care, rest troubled heart; Thy Sav-ior wil |i: 2. His arm is strong thy load to bear, Telf ev-'ry neecb 3. His faithful eye will nev-er sleep, His lov-ing heailt 9-»- •mS: i ^ CHORUS. Oh, come to me! S i I soul, oh, come to me." thee thy grief to tell, care, for Je - sus lives! Oh, come to ma i9^g^ ^e -^-0 me! In winning tones . . he calls In winning tones ^ S=^ ^2=^=^ ^ ^ > come close to me! Copyright, 1895, by E. S. Lorenz. r^ ^ / h\J Car U i/ L^ ^m LOOKING SUNWARD 41 THE THREE-FOLD MOTTO Looking unto Jesus." My grace is sufficient for thee." Whose I am and whom I serve." While "looking unto Jesus" We find his precious grace Will arm us for the conflict, And gird us for the race ; " Sufficient" as he promised, Wherever he may lead, For comfort in our sorrow, For "help in time of need." While "looking unto Jesus," Upon the blood-stained cross. We see the love that bought us. Redeeming us from loss ; Our lives, to him surrendered, We lay at his dear feet. For "sacrifice or service " To be in him "complete." While "looking unto Jesus," "The Lamb upon the throne," With grateful hearts responding, "Thine, Saviour, thine alone" : We trust his boundless mercy. Our offering to accept. And sing, with glad thanksgiving, " Saved, evermore, and kept." While "looking unto Jesus," His risen life we share, " Changed " by his Holy Spirit Into his likeness fair. O blessed transformation ! To grow like him we love. From "glory unto glory," Until we meet above. 42 LOOKING SUN^YARD CONSIDER "In the day of adversity consider." I]S' days of distress and affliction Let faith sing her jubilant psalm, And peace, the dear Lord's benediction, Bring healing like Gilead's balm. "Consider" the love of the Father, His promises, jewels of hght ; His weak, wearj' chikhen he'll gather In arms of compassion and might. "Consider" his mercies; remember Who sends both the sunshine and rain. Fair June, and the snow-crowned December,- He measures thy pleasui'e and pain. "Consider," 'tis by his aiDpointment, The trouble so "grievous" to bear; He knows why the sore disappointment, We'll know when we meet "over there." "Consider," the seeming denial Betokens his child's higher gain; In tear-watered furrows of trial Is springing the bright golden grain. "Consider'' the sweet consolation That Jesus so tenderly brings; Our riches, his blessed salvation ; Our hiding place, "under his wings." LOOKING SUNWARD 43 "Consider" that he is thy "Brother," And "born for adversity's" hour; His comfort like that of a mother; Unfaihng his grace and his power. "Consider" that gold is the brighter When tried in the heat of the flame ; So souls in the furnace grow whiter, When trusting his all-saving name. O hear, in the hour of thy sadness, The voice of the Heavenly Dove; He whispers of blessing, and gladness. Of wonderful, measureless love. Now, fleeting the moments of sorrow — Thej' pass "like a vapor" away; But endless the beautiful morrow — "No night" to that radiant day. "Consider," thro' life's varied story, He leads us whatever befall; Beyond, his ineflfable glorj^, Where Jesus shall be "all in all." "Consider" this "hope set before us," It shines like a star thro' the gloom; Ah, soon we shall swell heaven's chorus, 'Mid joys that eternally bloom. 44 LOOKING SUNWARD THE TWILIGHT TALK It was the close of the summer day, and Miss Ramsay sat in her big rocking-chair by the window, watching the fair twihght sky, that grieved not for its fading roses, knowing that brilliant gems would soon be sparkling on its tranquil breast. The voice that had read the precious words of inspiration to so many needy souls, was faint and tremulous ; the feet that had gone up and down the city streets on the Master's errands of love, were crippled by the cruel pain of rheumatism, but the heart of the faithful Bible reader was kept fresh by that "fountain of im- mortal youth" that Ponce de Leon failed to discover, but which gushes, pure and beautiful, from the mighty "Rock of Ages." "I have been thinking all day," said Miss Ramsay to her visitor, "of a tune that I loved in bygone years — a sweet and plaintive melody, 'Rock Me to Sleep.' I have longed to sing it to words that would be comforting to me, and have tried to fit familiar hymns to its measure, but could not succeed. Can you remember any- thing that would be suitable ? " LOOKING SUNWARD 45 ''No/' answered her friend, after a little reflec- tion; "but ask the Master to give me the words you need. Then I can write a hymn especially for you." "Sweetly and Tenderly" (see below) is the out- come of that twilight talk. Miss Ramsay needs it no longer, for she has entered the land beyond the evening shadows, where the sun goeth down no more forever. Will her hymn comfort some one else ? SWEETLY AND TENDERLY [To the tune of "Rock Me to Sleep."] Sweetly and tenderly speak, Lord, to me, Telling of love divine, boundless and free ; Tell me of mercy that pardons my sin, Streams of salvation that cleanse me within. Speak to me. Lord ; I am ready to hear — Now with thy wonderful blessing draw near. Comfort, rich comfort, is thine to impart ; Speak to my heart, Sa\4our; speak to my heart. Sweetly and tenderly speak, Lord, again ; Come in the stillness of sorrow and pain ; Come in the sunlight of heaven -born joy ; Then shall thy praises my glad lips employ. Oh ! let thine arms be around me, I pray, Resting, upholding me day after day ; Helping me ever with thee to abide. Close to thy side. Saviour, close to thy side. 46 LOOKING SUNWARD Sweetly and tenderly speak, Lord, to me ; Soft as the moonbeams that silver the sea. Welcome as dewdrops refreshing the flowers, Comes thy low whisper in life's passing hours. Only thy smile can the darkness dispel. Only thy voice break the world's w^itching spell, Till that fair dawn when the shadow^s depart. Speak to my heart, Saviour ; speak to my heart. THOU THINKEST, E-S'Lorpo^, KT^ 3 rm'mm ••-L- J J Onci 3. let d,«Jo«-5 """fi,^^^^^ j„_ ^, |.fe "^ '-■'S'" or darK wi.^ wo.J I '>-»]^ l ffl^li.l. l rlrl. i nf^ CHORUS. In — •— M g •_-• » • • < • ♦ — •^ ThoMrhi,,, loM,«f„,^.;.Tiwii.mi',w, """'i-^' Hest, ^g iMm^ (of me,) _ _ . (o/mc) ^ #. # Copyright 1885 by E'^Loren^. pijifloonx i)RD,OFME. E'S'toren?. ^^ ^,,,,,ThoarHe3^Mo|,.e! •n-renT, foh tins r Know, Tlou th«nkesf '^^'^^' -m—ah ^^m "V— r LOOKING SUNWARD 47 DIVINE CARE The Wednesday night prayer-meeting was very impressive. The Holy Spirit met with the worshipers and put all into sympathetic help- fulness. At last rose these words in holy song : "Amid the trials which I meet, Amid the thorns that pierce my feet, One thought remains supremely swe^t : Thou thinkest, Lord, of me." One heart was strangely moved by it, and amid the congregation felt himself individualized. He was alone with God ! There were other per- sons whose needs were great, but in some way the words were for him : " Thou thinkest, Lord, of me." Sometimes amid the thronging multitudes we may feel ourselves looked upon as one of the many, without any distinctive sense ; the indi- vidual need lost sight of in the general good. Jesus of Nazareth taught that not a sparrow falls without^ your Father's notice, and that ye are of more value than many sparrows. Therefore, the individual heart comes under our Lord's notice and care. Without neglecting others he cares for 48 LOOKING SUNWARD you. God hears the sigh, watches the tear, and sees when you tremble. How comforting to feel, that amid the vast and intricate creation that sur- rounds us, and seemingly of more value than our poor lives, God should have special regard for his children. Thus did God come near to the devout heart that night and banish all loneliness. The man joined in the last verse and sang in tones of victory : "Let shadows come, let shadows go, Let life be bright or dark with woe, I am content, for this I Ivuow, Thou thinkest. Lord, of me." f LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 022 168 891 m