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SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 A FOREWOED, 
 
 BY THE AUTHOR OF THE VERSES. 
 
 To the readers of these songs — Greeting. 
 
 It has been a great joy to transfer into verse the 
 thoughts herein contained, as they have come to us 
 through the lips and writings of our Brother. As the 
 little book goes forth on its sacred mission, may it carry 
 conviction to many hearts that 
 
 <^A11 things are of God.'^ 
 
 By sorrow's pangs are born our songs, 
 Our griefs are gifts we would not lose; 
 
 To Father all the praise belongs : 
 For '* God, — God, — God,— is the only Muse." 
 
 0. 
 
 Febmary 21, (n. d.) 1903. 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIKIT. 
 
 THE EDITOR. 
 
 " Out of the depths " of a great sorrow, protracted 
 through days and weeks and months of anguish and 
 horror, growing more and more intense to the end, has 
 this book come. It goes forth upon its mission, hiding 
 under its words of prose and verse the white heat pul- 
 sations of a tortured life, struggling for continuance, 
 but at last wearily giving up the unequal strife, and 
 sinking into silence and dreamless sleep, almost under 
 the knife, which with an abject impotency manifest 
 from the first, had vainly sought to save. And one 
 there was, almost continually by her side, who in the 
 sufferer saw ''himself'' (Eph. 5 : 28, 29), not only " his 
 own flesh," but soul and spirit too ; and so he suffered 
 with her and for her day by day ; for twice a day the 
 operation must proceed, and he must be there, for, " 0, 
 beloved, I've only you and God on whom to hold." 
 With nerves reined in and every muscle tense he waited 
 by her side ; with smiling face and words of cheer he 
 sought to sooth and comfort; with iron grip upon his 
 own heart strings, he fain would give her hope and 
 succor through all those cruel weeks. Crushed, over- 
 whelmed, torn, carved, dismembered, yet calm without, 
 he waited to see what God would do ; for through it all 
 he looked to Him, and not to man ; and when at last the 
 
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 bitter end did come, to him was given to say, " This too 
 is of God ; let him do what seemeth him good." Poor 
 fellow, I do not like to dwell upon his pain ; let us for- 
 get it all and start anew. And yet, — and yet, — he was 
 not, is not poor but rich ; nor is he greatly to be pitied, 
 but rather to be envied, for was not his the triumph 
 after all? Through mighty love and all-sustaining 
 strength of the Great All-Father, his was the blessed 
 boon of peace in grief's tornado, and at last in quietness 
 to confess "All is well, my God doth comfort me." 
 
 In such a smithy, smoky and grim, on such an anvil, 
 black and hard, was this beat out, which now goes forth 
 to do its work, whatever that may be. Blood it has 
 cost, in cold, stern truth, as well as deepest trope. 
 " Songs of the Spirit," is it therefore called, because 
 " the spirit is life " (Eom. 8 : 10) and " the blood is 
 life " (Deut. 12 : 23). " Out of the depths " has it come 
 forth ; *' In the floods of great waters " it has been pre- 
 pared ; but these waters also have proved " the waters 
 of life" ; and thus, as of yore, "the spirit, the water and 
 the blood agree in one," (I John 5:8) — Life, the Life 
 of God. Life songs are these, therefore, and words of 
 life, O living reader (let whoso readeth understand), 
 refreshing thy life and renewing it, as you shall read 
 and ponder. One thing alone we pray (we who have 
 been used of God to send this message forth), — that it 
 may Comfort, even with the Comfort wherewith we our- 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 7 
 
 selves are comforted of God. This, for our little book 
 we crave, thou " God of all Comfort." 
 
 The Garden City by the Sea, 
 February 7, 1903. 
 
 '^ Mamma.'' 
 
 He was greatly blessed all through Addie's sickness 
 in having loving hearts as well as skilful and faithful 
 hands with whom he always felt perfectly safe to leave 
 her. Addie was contented and happy with her atten- 
 dants ; the good doctor, kind nurses, old Auntie and help- 
 ful cousin George. But no one was so comforting to 
 her as Mamma ; she was always a haven and a refuge ; 
 she could always soothe and reassure her. In hours of 
 nervousness and pain when Addie was full of worry and 
 distress, night or day, any time, Mamma was within call, 
 ready, with gentle touch and loving word, as well as 
 skilful service, to quiet and encourage the sufferer. 
 Addie was contented with Mamma, and he was blessed in 
 Addie's satisfaction. Mamma's service was beyond price 
 to both, for it was the service of love. It was also the 
 service of good cheer and hope ; her presence in the sick 
 room was as welcome as the sunshine ; as refreshing as 
 the breezes that came from the sea over the cornfields. 
 
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 Ah, my dear friend, thou hast come into my life for 
 eternity. By thy loving service to the KiDg's daughter 
 (Psa. 45) thou hast drawn nearer to the heart of the 
 King; it shall be remembered of thee for good, for inas- 
 much as thou didst it unto her, thou didst it unto Him, 
 
 The Secret Place. 
 
 Come, soul, into the secret place, 
 The place of silence sanctified ; 
 
 And there, beneath Almighty wings, 
 In confidence abide. 
 
 Leave every clam'ring fear behind, — 
 No doubts need here an entrance seek ; 
 
 But loose thy shoe and seal thy lips, 
 And hear what God will speak. 
 
 Blind unbelief will question why ; 
 
 Faith, like the meek and lowly dove, 
 Will to the Fathers bosom fly, 
 
 And rest there in His love. 
 
 Come, soul, into this holy place. 
 
 Thy carnal thoughts henceforth resign ; 
 
 For here the Father will reveal 
 His mysteries divine ! 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 Wandcfingf Hands* 
 
 Addie was always active ; her hands were ever busy. 
 So, even in her sickness, she seemed unable to keep them 
 still. As she lay there with her eyes closed, in a semi- 
 stupor, how often did I watch her wandering hands ! 
 smoothing down the coverlid, patting and arranging it ; 
 <;lasped together as if in prayer, held motionless both of 
 them in the air as though she was thinking with them ; 
 then again moving about aimlessly, reaching, feeling, 
 groping ; as this seemed to please her, being something 
 to do, always so essential to her happiness, I would not 
 interfere, but just sit by her bedside, watching the loved 
 hands wander, " Oh so pathetically," with mine under- 
 neath following them about so that when they fell, as 
 they frequently did with weariness and exhaustion, they 
 would always find a support ; and then as they touched 
 mine the fingers would close with such a clinging pres- 
 sure as though she was glad that I was there ; for she 
 always knew me, and she knew that I was at her bed- 
 side most of the time ; sometimes one hand would fall 
 upon my shoulder or against my face, and then again 
 they would close upon me wherever they touched, or 
 fondly wander over my face for a few seconds and then 
 off again, reaching, groping in the empty air. what a 
 lesson there was to me in those wandering hands ! 
 
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 precious hands that had so often ministered to me, and 
 many others, so willingly, so gladly ! Ah ! dear hands? 
 how plain was thy language ! how thrilling thy silent 
 eloquence ! 
 
 I thought, too, of the many hands outstretched all over 
 this earth, reaching for help, for comfort, for power, for 
 sometJdng that should bring happiness and rest ; and, 
 for the most part, reaching all in vain. No conscious 
 support under them, — no loving power to catch them 
 when they dropped, — but, falling, fainting, dying ; not 
 knowing of a Creator, whose tender mercies are over all 
 his works. Tell them, ye who do know. If thy hands 
 have learned to grasp the All-up-holding Hand, be a 
 god to others by holding thine under theirs, that when 
 they are weary of the fruitless quest in worldly ways^ 
 they may find a hand outstretched into which their's 
 may fall, and so be gently urged upward to their home 
 in God. 
 
 All this, sister has beautifully put into verse. 
 
 Wandering: Hands* 
 
 Hands that were ever serving. 
 Doing the " In-as-much," — 
 
 Helping in ways unnumbered, 
 Soothing with gentlest touch ; 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. JJ 
 
 E'en ^mid the days of weakness, 
 
 Quiet they could not be : 
 Still the dear hands would wander, 
 
 Oh, so pathetically ! 
 
 Now they would smooth the cover, 
 
 Then they would poise in air ; 
 Often were reaching outward. 
 
 Grasping what was not there. 
 Sometimes awhile were folded 
 
 As a wee one would pray ; 
 Then they again would wander 
 
 Through the long night or day. 
 
 And, as I sat beside her 
 
 Watching her silent quest, 
 How my heart yearned to aid her, 
 
 Longed so to give her rest. 
 'Neath her's my hand would follow. 
 
 That when her strength was gone 
 Her hand might sink with comfort 
 
 Into my stronger one. 
 
 Sometimes a hand would linger 
 
 Lovingly by my cheek, 
 Sometimes would press mine closely, 
 
 Oh, how those hands could speak ! 
 Eloquent ? Words 'most fail me : 
 
 Blessed the lessons learned, 
 
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 As I watched my beloved, — 
 How my heart in me burned ! 
 
 Often my thoughts would travel, 
 
 Like her dear restless hands, 
 Into this night of weeping, 
 
 Into earth's darkened lands ; 
 And I would see sin's captives 
 
 Reaching for life and light, — 
 Wandering hands so vainly 
 
 Striving to find the right. 
 
 Was there no power to aid them. 
 
 Was there no love to enfold ? 
 When their strength failed in seeking. 
 
 Was there no hand to hold ? 
 Yes— though they did not know it, 
 
 Wounded and faint and sore. 
 Still God's great love was 'round them 
 
 His sick ones to restore. 
 
 Ah, we may grope in darkness 
 
 When He, our Light, is near : 
 But soon the night will vanish, 
 
 And all His ways be clear. 
 So — we wait for the morning 
 
 When we shall understand ; 
 And all the weary wanderers 
 
 Rest in the father's hand. 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 13 
 
 [Extract from the July Spirit of the Word, 1902.] 
 
 Trust and W&iU 
 
 This is the refrain that has been running through my 
 mind for the past four or five weeks, — Trust and 
 Wait, Trust and Wait, over and over again ; do not 
 ask, do not expect, do not /tope that it may be so 
 and so, but trust and wait, accepting whatever 
 comes as the manifestation of the Father's love and 
 the expression of his gracious will. Do not say, Father, 
 I trust thee, I want thy will to be done, but Oh grant 
 me this request, deliver me from this trial, save me from 
 this impending calamity. But rather say. Give what 
 thou pleaseth, 0, my Father ; withhold what thou pleas- 
 eth ; do whatever seemeth thee good. I trust and wait. 
 
 And so the refrain has gone on, singing itself in my 
 heart, in the midst of distress and doubt and dread, still 
 singing, like an angel at a closed gate, knowing that it 
 will be opened in due time and in the Father's way, and 
 whatever the experience I thereby enter upon it will be 
 all good. No other issue is possible. 
 
 The occasion of the above experience is the severe and 
 unexpectedly protracted sickness of my wife. I write 
 of it because I have learned some precious lessons from 
 it that I believe will be helpful to others. You know, 
 friends, that the message in the Spirit of the Word is 
 from the heart to the heart. He that is able to receive 
 it let him receive it. I write for the few, not the many. 
 
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 Trust and Wait! 
 
 I do not ask my Father to remove 
 Tlie present grief, nor even to abate 
 
 Th' impending blow : 
 Whatever is must be His will ; and so 
 
 I trust and wait ! 
 
 I cannot even hope to have my wish ; 
 
 What might have been I will not contemplate : 
 
 God's ways are right ! 
 Although about me is the darkest night, 
 I trust and wait ! 
 
 I may not understand the way He leads ; 
 Strength to endure has never come too late ; 
 
 All will be clear 
 Some day, I know ; God cannot err ; and here 
 
 I trust and wait ! 
 
 I do not feel impatient for the end : 
 His consolations now are very great ; 
 
 It is so sweet 
 To sit here silently at His dear feet. 
 
 And trust and wait ! 
 
 I whisper — " Father, glorify Thy name ! ^' 
 And this my inmost soul doth supplicate : 
 
 " Thy will not mine ! " 
 I praise Him for a faith that is divine ; 
 
 And — trust — and — wait ! 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 15 
 
 [Extract from the September Spikit of the Word, 1902. J 
 
 ^It Is All Over/' 
 
 These were the words that fell upon my ears a little after 
 six o'clock, Sunday morning, September 14. I had not 
 yet arisen from my bed, but was lying there awake, as I 
 had been for some time, thinking of the dear one up 
 stairs ; I was at the Sanitarium where my wife was sick. 
 We had known for some days that the end was near so 
 far as any human help was concerned. I was simply 
 waiting for God. I could do my wife no good for she 
 did not recognize me, so I lay there in the early dawn 
 that never-to-be-forgotten Sunday morning. A gentle 
 knock at the door. " Come in." She came in and with 
 loving sympathy bent over me with her hand upon my 
 head, — " It is all over." There was infinite pity in her 
 voice as again she spoke. " It was so hard to tell you." 
 There were tears in her words and my heart was touched 
 and soothed at the same time. I made no exclamation ; 
 " I was prepared for it,^' was all I said ; I felt more like 
 comforting her in her genuine sorrow and sympathy. 
 
 I cannot write more now of this overwhelming ex- 
 perience. I can only say that God has comforted me in 
 a way that I would not have thought possible before the 
 blow fell. And still I Trust and Wait. 
 
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 It Is All Oven 
 
 " It is all over ! " 
 We felt the piercing sword at every word, 
 This was the end of hope so long deferred ; 
 Our heads were bowed as the cold waves of grief 
 Kolled on, and brought to us that strange relief : 
 " It is all over ! " 
 
 It was all over : 
 The cruel knife had done its work at last ; 
 The weary hours of suffering were past ; 
 The burdened sigh had been exchanged for rest 
 The wandering hands lay calmly on her breast : 
 It was all over ! 
 
 What was all over ? 
 Not the long days of loneliness and loss, — 
 For us remained the bearing of the cross ; 
 And memories, like gaunt, ill-omened birds. 
 Had not been banished by those few, sad words, — 
 « It is all over ! " 
 
 Some things were over ; 
 We could praise God, amid the shadows dense, 
 For the out- workings of His Providence ; 
 Some things were left that we could thank Him for. 
 Our trust in Him, our calmness was not o'er ; 
 
 All was not over ! 
 
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 A Prayen 
 
 Work on, Thou faithful, patient,' God ; 
 And use Thy sharp, two-edged sword 
 
 On this branch of Thy Vine ! 
 Cut off each tendril that would cling 
 To earthly ties, or anything 
 
 That frustrates grace divine ! 
 
 We praise Thee, that the pruning knife 
 Which cuts away this old self -life. 
 
 Is in the Father's hand. 
 He wounds, but oh, He heals again ; 
 As He reveals His love through pain 
 
 We learn to understand. 
 
 Purge out the last remains of sin ; 
 And make Thine offspring pure within, 
 
 That more abundantly 
 The fruit of love and joy and peace 
 May daily yield a rich increase, — 
 
 The glory all for Thee. 
 
 Finish the work Thou hast begun ; 
 Perfect Thine image in each one, 
 
 That we may all appear 
 Blameless and harmless in Thy sight, — 
 Faultless before Thy presence bright ; 
 
 Sealed with Thy Name, so dear ! 
 
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 Introduction to Extracts from Notes* 
 
 In tlie carrying out of a life-long habit were these 
 *' notes " written. He had no idea when writing them 
 that they would be used in any such way as this ; ^there- 
 fore are they the more vivid and graphic ; they were 
 written when the experience was at white heat, 
 with the thought that some day he would read them 
 over with Addie, when she was well, and restored to 
 home and loving friends ; and then they would rejoice 
 over them together and look into each other's faces 
 and say, " What hath God wrought ?'' But it was not 
 to be. So now they are published in this little book, 
 just as they were written, revealing as they do the in- 
 most pulsations of two quivering hearts, torn asunder 
 under most harrowing circumstances, after being happi- 
 ly united for many years. The dreadful surgical 
 details, covering as they did several weeks of two opera- 
 tions a day, far worse than the original one, need not be 
 rehearsed ; he does not wish to remember thevij only as 
 they set forth the keeping power of God and the all- 
 sufficiency of his grace. The purpose of this book is 
 to, — Comfort^ hence so much is put down of the afflic- 
 tion, as will adequately bring out by contrast the great- 
 ness of the, — 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 19 
 
 Comfort* 
 
 " Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus 
 Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort ; 
 who comforteth us in all our affliction, that we may be 
 able to comfort them that are in any affliction, through 
 the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted 
 from God. For as the sufferings of Christ abound un- 
 to us, even so our comfort also aboundeth through 
 Christ. But whether we be afflicted it is for your com- 
 fort and salvation ; or whether we be comforted, it is 
 for your comfort, which worketh in the patient endur- 
 ing of the same sufferings which we also suffer; and 
 our hope for you is steadfast j knowing that as ye are 
 partakers of the sufferings ; so also are ye of the com- 
 fort.'^ (2 Cor. 1 : 3-7, R. V.) 
 
 Extracts from Notes written duringf Addicts sickness* 
 
 July 7, Monday. Addie went to the hospital this 
 evening ; operation to-morrow forenoon at ten o'clock. 
 A great trial for us all. We are told that the operation 
 is not a serious one at all ; but it is a very serious matter 
 to us. 
 
 There is a great feeling of gratitude in my heart for 
 
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 the strength God gives Addie to go through this ordeal ; 
 it is wonderful, considering her timidity and fear of be- 
 ing hurt, her nervousness and dread of surgery. It is 
 very brave of her and nothing but the power of God can 
 give her this calmness and strength. 
 Blessed be his Name forever ! 
 
 July 8, 1902. I had a blessed experience watching 
 her being etherized. As I stood there during that 
 fifteen minutes and watched her die (for so it seemed, 
 and, for all I knew, so it might have proved), I saw 
 not the doctor administering the ansesthetic, but I saw 
 the Father ; and I said, *' So let her die to self and to 
 all that is unlike thee, my God." At times she 
 choked ; her face was distorted with a spasm of nausea 
 and she would raise her arms, and I said, " Every 
 wrinkle, every movement, every pain, is of thee, my 
 Pather, and there will not be one more than is needed. 
 All is of God.'^ 
 
 July 21. I am weary, weary, waiting for God ; 
 and yet I wait. He gave me Psa. 69 : 1-3, 5, 6, and the 
 whole psalm ; it reveals the heart of Jesus ; he too cried 
 out in anguish unto God. I felt like Jeremiah. See 
 Jer. 15 : 18 and 20 : 7 ; compare Ezek. 14 : 9. 
 
 July 23. 1 o'clock at night. All I can do is to 
 blindly trust and wait. I have said like Jer. 20 : 9. 
 To-night when I saw Addie I said, God is leaving us 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 21 
 
 botli £o go alone ; this is the last lesson to learn, to trust 
 him in the dark, — when he seems to desert you, when 
 apparently he goes back on you and lets you be con- 
 founded in the sight of others. Psa. 69 : 6. 
 
 July 25. When I saw Addie this noon she greeted 
 me with a smile such as I had not seen on her face since 
 she left home. Blessed be Jehovah ! and so I ask for 
 nothing, — expect nothing, — hope for nothing, neither do 
 I wish. I simply accept whatever comes of the Lord. 
 " The cup that my Father giveth me, shall I not drink 
 it?'^ 
 
 Give what thou pleaseth, O my Father, withhold what 
 thou pleaseth, do whatever seemeth thee good. Amen. 
 
 July 26. Another thought. The doctor and the nurse 
 had said that Addie would be better when we had some 
 good sunshiny weather (we have been having a long 
 spell of cloudy, damp, cold weather). So for several 
 days I have been looking, when I first got up, to see 
 what kind of weather it was ; and when morning after 
 morning it was still cloudy and cool I have felt regret 
 and wished it might be clear. But to-day it came to 
 me. What has the weather to do with God's work ? If 
 I was considering the matter from man's point of view, 
 then indeed I might take the weather into account ; but 
 if God is managing this case then the weather need not 
 be considered at all, for His will will be done any way. 
 
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 All this is to eliminate /, and enthrone God ; and this is 
 the kingdom of heaven. 
 
 In accordance with this conviction vsrhen I was told 
 Sunday night by the nurse and by the doctor of some 
 unfavourable symptoms, I said to myself, I need not 
 concern myself about such things ; they do not count 
 from God's standpoint, which is the only point of view 
 from which I care to consider the matter. It makes no 
 difference what would be the natural course of the 
 disease, or what a physician might professionally ex- 
 pect, God is the prime mover here, and precedents and 
 ordinary laws do not count. 
 
 July 30. When I saw Addie to-day the Doctor said 
 that she was decidedly better and would be able to sit 
 up in two or three days. Now maybe she will come 
 home soon. I shall be glad ; and yet I wait on God. 
 
 The Love of God nestles in my heart like a living 
 thing and makes it warm toward all his creatures. I 
 cannot express the flutter and gentle tumult of this liv- 
 ing love. It is like inward laughter, a continual song, the 
 divine good-will and satisfaction ; the influx and out- 
 flow of the thoughts of God. Outwardly it is the music 
 of the spheres, the harmony of the ages. Inwardly it 
 is everlasting peace and rest. 
 
 Aug. 2. It seems that every time I go to see Addie 
 (I go every day) I learn something new, and all in the 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 23 
 
 line that God is doing it all. To-night I learned some- 
 thing. I have been feeling very bad because Addie was 
 so nervous and restless; especially as night came on; 
 uneasy, want to change position very often, have " aw- 
 ful thoughts/^ as she said ; feel as though she would 
 ^* never get well," etc. etc. I have felt very much 
 grieved about this and have thought, " This will retard 
 her recovery. that she might overcome this,'' etc. 
 Have talked to her about it, but that makes no differ- 
 ence. I think it is a mistake to talk. To-night it 
 came to me this way. This too is of God, and instead 
 of its being a detriment, it is favoui-able, works for 
 good, like everything else. Whatever may be Addie's 
 feelings God's plan will be carried out just the same ; if 
 she is to get well, she will, whether she thinks so or 
 not ; her discouragement or fear or " awful thoughts " 
 will not change the final result which God has deter- 
 mined ; so I may rest in that respect just as I did in 
 regard to the weather (see July 26th). bless God for 
 the Victory, even our faith ! 
 
 Aug. 3. To-night in seeing Addie the lesson I 
 learned was this, that I am still looking for some special 
 result within a specified time. What I mean is this. 
 When I saw Addie to-night she was in a very poor con- 
 dition. It was late and she was worn out with the day ; 
 sore and full of aches and pains, and much distressed. 
 I felt greatly cast down. I thought, *< What is it that 
 
24 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 keeps her this way so long ? I expected her to be sit- 
 ting up before this, but she seems worse instead of bet- 
 ter J " etc. Now I can see that unconsciously I was 
 setting metes and bounds to God ; that is, I am mental- 
 ly saying, " Now it is time for Addie to sit up ; now she 
 should be greatly improved ; now she should be cheer- 
 ful, not groaning or discouraged," etc. Thus I am 
 deciding what should be and when it should be, and 
 feeling disappointed because it is not as / expected, etc. 
 All this is unconscious on my part and yet this is what 
 I am doing. If I fully realized that all is of God then 
 I need not be cast down at anything. Having no plans 
 of my own, not knowing what is best, and desiring only 
 God's way, I would simply stand by and see the Father 
 do it, accepting everything that comes, every phase of 
 the case, all of Addie's manners and feelings, as a part 
 of the plan of God and needful to bring about the final 
 result which He has determined. 
 
 I see it. I'm learning the lesson. Praise God. 
 
 I felt bad to-night when I saw how poor and thin 
 Addie had grown, with protruding joints and shrunken 
 and flabby muscles, and unsightly blotches here and 
 there. my dear life, how hast thou been blemished 
 in the hands of the enemy ! And yet is it not God ? 
 therefore I am sure he will not leave her so, but make 
 her all fair and perfect physically as well as spiritually. 
 
 She was sleeping ; crossed hands ; weak and tired ; 
 
SOKGS OF THE SPIRIT. 25 
 
 she looked up at me and I smiled; she returned it, 
 slight and wan. my beautiful one ! my Addie ! She 
 said, ** O Arthur, don't leave me, don't leave me, T have 
 no one to hold on to but you and God." She put me 
 before God; at first it shocked me, but when I con- 
 sidered it further, I said to myself, perhaps it was right 
 from her standpoint, and in her weakened state. (1 Cor. 
 ll:3;Eph. 5: 23.) 
 
 Aug. 11. I learned to-night for the first time that 
 Addie was in real and imminent danger. I simply say, 
 " my Father if it be possible let this cup pass from 
 me ; nevertheless not my will, but thine be done." 
 Once before in my life 1 offered this prayer when a 
 deadly sorrow menaced me ; then the cup passed ; how 
 it will be now God only knows ; still, in this dark night 
 I trust and wait. 
 
 Aug. 14. Walking in the shadow of death ; it is with 
 me all the time ; like a lump in my throat ; like lead 
 in my heart ; and yet, — and yet, — and yet, — The Father 
 holds me ; that's all I can say. Fm doing nothing, and 
 am nothing. 
 
 Afternoon of the same day. Addie decidedly better. 
 I praise God that I feel somewhat relieved. When I 
 saw her she greeted me with a bright smile as once be- 
 fore since she has been sick. " My soul wait thou only 
 upon God ; my expectation is from Himy " Jehovah 
 alone shall be exalted in that day " (Isa. 2). 
 
26 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 O how I rejoice in the will of God ! and how glad I 
 am that I know that Addie is in his hands ! 
 
 Aug. 19. It looks like t?Le shadow of death again ; al- 
 though I don't know as Addie is any worse than she has 
 been all along. If I was looking at it from the human 
 standpoint I would be discouraged. Addie said she felt- 
 as though she was sinking ; it was a painful time, dark 
 and wearing. 
 
 Late at night. I have just heard from Addie that 
 she is very weak ; nurse has never seen her so weak. 
 The shadow of death ! the shadow of death ! but only 
 the shadow, — is it not so, my Father ? shall the waters 
 overflow ? 
 
 Aug. 20. When I saw Addie this afternoon she was 
 much better, and our handling her did not weaken her 
 as yesterday. Thus the shadow lifts ; and yet it is still 
 there. But the Father made the darkness as well as the 
 light (Isa. 45 : 7) and both are alike to Him (Psa. 139 : 
 12). But in Him all is light (1 Jn. 1 : 5). Centred in 
 God ! Centred in God ! 
 
 Aug. 21. Still the Shadow of death ; the Shadow of 
 death. Addie is in a very critical condition. I think 
 the nurse and the doctor think the chances are all 
 against her ; and yet they both say they think she will 
 get well. She seems to be more than holding her own. 
 The nurse talks hopefully, but whether she speaks 
 
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 more hopefully than she feels in order to encourage me 
 I don't know. All this on the lower plane. It looks 
 like the shadow of death settling down. The thought 
 comes to me very often that any moment I may be 
 called to her side by the worst of news. this dark 
 night ! But God is here, and He is light. I keep 
 awake until three o'clock every night (or rather morn- 
 ing) that I may be ready if I should have a sudden call. 
 And so I keep my vigil, — waiting on God. I should 
 not want to write all my thoughts and feelings, — all my 
 doubts and questionings. But He knows. He knows ; 
 and yet what if ... ? but even in that case, sup- 
 posing it was so, what else could I do than I am doing ? 
 in any event, whatever be the truth, what else can I do 
 but trust and wait ? I cannot go back on my life. 
 The disciples said, " To whom shall we go, thou alone 
 hath the words of eternal life." If you have not the 
 truth, no one has it ; therefore we risk nothing by hold- 
 ing to thee. Clouds and darkness are round about Him. 
 The thick darkness is His garment. 
 
 " thou that dwelleth between the Cherubim shine 
 forth ! "... and yet ... ? and yet . . ? 
 
 . . . Still I trust and wait, — though my sun set in 
 darkness, and my eyes look their last on utter failure 
 and defeat. It can be no worse than with Him whose 
 dying words were, " My God, my God, why hast thou 
 forsaken me." 
 
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 Aug. 26. Almost midnight. That which I have 
 thought of has come at last. This forenoon a telephone 
 call to Addie, — "Come quick, she is very low." I 
 started on my wheel. that ride ! I was calm, I did 
 not pray. I have done all my praying. I did not hurry. 
 I did not even say, " if it be possible let this cup pass 
 from me; *' nor, " thy will be done ;'' nor any prayer 
 whatever. I just simply felt that the Father and I had 
 a perfect understanding, and I would accept whatever 
 came of Him. " Hold fast the profession of your faith 
 without wavering." my God ! my God! I found that 
 Addie had had an awful collapse while the doctor and 
 nurses were attending to her ; pulse all gone ; heart 
 apparently stopped ; they dropped everything and worked 
 over her and when I got there she was just beginning to 
 rally. I staid there all day and into the evening ; it was 
 wonderful how she came up. Late at night I heard 
 from her over the phone ; she was doing well and very 
 quiet, but the doctor said " She is liable to drop off any 
 minute." The shadow of death ! and yet my thought is 
 that it will not overflow ; but whether the thought is 
 only the product of my desire, I know not. / have no 
 faith. " The life that I now live I live by the faith of 
 the Son of God." I have let go of everything ; if I am 
 held at all, He holds me, and so I still, trust and wait. 
 
 Aug. 29. The word the Lord gave me to-day was, 
 ^^ Take no thought." " Take no thought." 
 
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 I had a very remarkable indication of the Father's care. 
 Addie has a very severe ordeal to go through every 
 morning, lasting about two hours (also at night, but not 
 so bad) but a part of it is much worse than the rest, 
 and the doctor has all along left this worst part for the 
 last ; it was while going through this worst part that she 
 collapsed the other day (see Aug. 26th). I thought that 
 it would be better to attend to this worst part first, and 
 she would have more strength to bear it, than to wait 
 until she was all worn out with the other and then come 
 to the worst last. I thought I would suggest this to one 
 of the nurses and ask her to speak to the doctor, but I 
 hated to interfere. I knew that God was doing it, so I 
 kept still and left it all with Him. And, lo, when the 
 doctor came in she proposed the very thing I had in 
 mind and for the very same reason,, and the work pro- 
 ceeded just as I had thought best, without a word from 
 me. how much better it is to wait on God and let 
 Him manage all things and keep your own hands off ! 
 "Take no thought." "Take no thought." I am going 
 to bed (Psa. 4:8). I want to think also about writing to 
 Charlie. 
 
 Sept. 8. This was another epoch in Addie's sickness ; 
 she was very bright and smiling ; all were delighted to 
 see her, and she was so pleased. She said to me, " What 
 does this mean, Arthur, did I have to go through death ?" 
 " Yes," I said, " we all have to go through it." When 
 
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 the doctor came slie said Addie was " immensely better,'^ 
 but even on this I do not build, but on God, — God, — God. 
 When I came home the thought came to me, perhaps 
 it will best glorify God that Addie should die ; and I 
 said with a sinking shrinking heart, " Whichever way 
 will most glorify thee, Father." Kow as I write I can 
 say it stronger, thy will, thy will, not mine. 
 
 Sept. 10. When I came in she was sleeping. I 
 watched her and after a little she roused up, and 
 brightened when she recognized me, and smiled. O how 
 much her smile is worth to me ! O my beloved, my be- 
 loved ! " What is thy beloved more than another be- 
 loved?'' (Cant. 5 : 9.) 
 
 Sept. 14. This Morning / . . . A little after six dear 
 Mrs. W. came in and bent over me, . . . Ah, dear heart 
 . . . How calm I am ! Praise God ! It is now a little 
 after ten o'clock at night ; they have all gone to bed ; I 
 am here at the Sanitarium apparently alone ... all is 
 quiet . . . night. " This Morning " seems a long long 
 time ago. Thank God I am calm and quiet. 
 
 Sept. 15. She was not ... 1 have known it a long 
 time . . . but, O my darling ! Even now the Father 
 seems to be giving me an inkling of the reason for this. 
 Is it an inkling ? 
 
 Time, Time, Time; thou merciful Nurse ! smoothing 
 out the distorted visage, soothing the racked nerves, 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 31 
 
 cheering the sinking heart, sowing again in the desolate 
 life the seeds of immortal hope that shall yet blossom 
 and bear fruit unto praise and honor and glory. Ah, 
 Lord God, it is well thou hast broken up eternity unto 
 time, we cannot yet bear the infinite. 
 
 One time when they were dressing Addie's wounds 
 she cried out in agony, *' O death, death, death !" then 
 she suddenly changed it to — " Life, life, life !" how 
 all those things did encourage me ! but what avails it 
 now ? only a blessed memory ; and yet it is all right ; I 
 know it, and *^ Sometime we'll understand." 
 
 The nurse told me that one night Addie began to talk 
 to her, evidently thinking that she was talking to me ; 
 she said, *^ O how hard it is to leave you, Arthur, and 
 the home ; and yet it is all right. I want you to keep 
 the home open and look out for the boys.'* This was in 
 substance what she said. She sometimes spoke about 
 dying and always said it was " all right." 
 
 O my dear Life, you did trust God, and rest in him, 
 didn't you? in spite of the racking anguish and the 
 shadow of death ! 
 
 my Father, you will give her back to me some day, 
 wont you ? 
 
 1 will wait, wait. 
 
 I am having a quiet blessed day here at the Sanitarium. 
 Addie lived here last, and she loved, and was beloved. 
 I did not want to go and stay all night with her poor 
 
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 dead body : nor did I want to be in the midst of the 
 confusion of the funeral preparations. People make so 
 much of such things. 
 
 My blessed Lord and Saviour had to drink the cup to 
 its bitterest dregs. The Father did not spare Him, 
 How relentless it seemed ! Shall I not rejoice to know 
 so fully the *' fellowship of his suffering ?" and thereby 
 be " made conformable unto his death ?" that I may 
 " know the power of his resurrection ?" Yea I do rejoice. 
 
 I was in hopes I might be spared the last bitter 
 draught. But why should 1? He was not spared, am 
 I better than my Lord ? Nay, am I not greatly blessed 
 in thus so fully suffering with Him ? Yes, yes, verily. 
 But, my Darling ! my Darling ! why shouldst thou 
 have suffered so ? Was not the price too great ! too great ! 
 My God, thou knowest, and I shall know ; still I trust 
 and wait. 
 
 And yet, I think, this cry is out of my human heart. 
 I might rather ask, Why should she not suffer ? millions 
 have suffered, — worse, — and to the bitter end, — death ; 
 and why not she? Yes, — yes, — as pitiless as it seems ; — 
 it is true. I leave her still in the unbroken silence. 
 Some day it will speak ; it shall not be unresponsive, 
 unknown forever. What can I do but wait ? What 
 could any one do but that ? Meantime I have God, 
 bless his Name ! He has not permitted me to be beaten 
 to pieces on this unknown shore, — not wholly wrecked ; 
 indeed, indeed, I praise Him for it all, because I partly 
 understand it. Light breaks. 
 
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 Pain* 
 
 Thou art no foe, dear angel — Pain, 
 
 Tho* often so misunderstood ; 
 Where agony and anguish reign 
 
 Thou art the Minister of good. 
 
 Far more than in the sunshine's glow, — 
 
 The angel of prosperity — 
 "We learn through thee our God to know ; 
 
 Thou art to us no mystery ! 
 
 We will not dread thee any more, 
 
 But welcome thy gray clouds, Pain, 
 
 With showers of blessing to outpour. 
 
 And cleanse us from earth's dust and stain. 
 
 Thou wilt complete thy work at last, 
 Deserving then the meed, ^^ Well done ! " 
 
 When suffering and death are past, 
 God will be known by every one. 
 
 Shared Sorrow. 
 
 What binds our hearts in closest bonds ? 
 
 " Why love," you answer. This is true ; 
 Your love for me is precious, dear ; 
 
 And even so my love for you. 
 
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 But how came we such love to know, — 
 Was it because our joys could blend, 
 
 Because our tastes ran parallel, 
 We are the other's bosom-friend ? 
 
 Ah, is it not because our hearts 
 
 Have passed through Baca's sombre vale? 
 
 We both have known the other's grief, — 
 Have told to each the same sad tale ! 
 
 Thus you have borne my burden, dear ; 
 
 And I have shared your sorrows too : 
 Your woes have bound you close to me ; 
 
 My tears have held me fast to you. 
 
 To drink life's sweet from the same cup, 
 Is not a bliss one should despise ; 
 
 But they who share the bitter draughts 
 Know more of love in her true guise. 
 
 Renunciation. 
 
 Soul, didst thou covenant with thy Beloved 
 
 To keep within the pathway of His choice, — 
 Leaving all else to cleave alone to Him, — 
 
 Deaf to all calls but thine own Shepherd's voice ? 
 Then thou must follow Him without the camp, 
 
 Meeting reproach, and sharing in His shame : 
 Eor only thus canst thou receive His seal. 
 
 And henceforth bear the impress of His name. 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 35 
 
 Was He reviled who always sought to serve, 
 
 And never pleased Himself or did His will, — 
 But went about on ministries of love. 
 
 His mission of salvation to fulfil ? 
 These very deeds were called the devil's work : 
 
 Christ was betrayed, forsaken and denied 
 By those who were the nearest to His heart ; 
 
 And by His own at last was crucified. 
 
 Canst thou drink of his cup and be baptized 
 
 With such a fiery baptism as this ? 
 Count well the cost before thou think'st to gain 
 
 The wedding robe, the ring, the Bridegroom's kiss. 
 Wilt thou go with this Man the path He trod, — 
 
 Bearing the cross He carried to the end — 
 Unknown, unloved, save by the very few. 
 
 And to thy foes a never failing friend ? 
 
 All that He suffered was to win men's love, — 
 
 The price He paid thou canst not fully know, 
 Because His love surpasseth human ken, 
 
 'Tis God's great love in boundless overflow ! 
 Wilt thou then make a covenant with Him, 
 
 And for such love count all things else as loss ? 
 Then set thy face toward Christ's Jerusalem, 
 
 Nor faint beneath the pressure of thy cross. 
 
 He gave His life for thee, give thine for Him ; 
 He gave His life for all, — do thou as He ; 
 
36 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 First die His death, (a fellowship divine) 
 
 Then live His life to all eternity. 
 Could greater bliss be thine than thus to bear 
 
 His name, and know His resurrection power ? 
 All thou hast lost for Him God will restore, 
 
 In added bounty to thy Bridal dower. 
 
 Mother-Love. 
 
 Is there a love more like Thyself, my God, 
 Than that a mother for her offspring feels ? 
 
 The wife will love because she is so loved; 
 The little child a helpless love reveals ; 
 
 But in a mother's love is strength and pain ; 
 
 She gives without demanding a return, — 
 A ceaseless sacrifice of flesh and blood, — 
 
 An altar where the fires forever burn ! 
 
 A love that trampled on grows sweeter still. 
 That when rejected doth nob yet abate ; 
 
 So sure she is of victory at last, 
 
 She can endure and for her triumph wait. 
 
 The love that gently covereth the wrong, 
 And always to the weak ones of her nest 
 
 Gives most of her great wealth of vigilance ; 
 Folding them closer to her patient breast. 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 Is there a love more like Thyself, my God ? 
 
 Nay ; is this not the essence of Thine own, 
 The love that suff' ring long is ever kind, 
 
 And that no power of evil can dethrone ? 
 
 So may we learn of Thee through Mother-love, 
 The highest type that we poor mortals know ; 
 
 For like a Father Thou dost pity us, 
 And as a mother comforteth us so ! 
 
 Ps. 103 : 13, 14. Isa. 66 : 13. 
 
 sr 
 
 ^' I Shall Be Satisfied/' 
 
 " I shall be satisfied ! " Let this suffice, — 
 What though we differ in theory today, — 
 
 Still, if God's Word is our Pearl of Great Price, 
 We are all travelling home the same way. 
 
 " I shall be satisfied ! " It is enough : 
 All your desires and mine this shall meet. 
 
 Sometimes the path may be steep and quite rough; 
 But the reward at the end will be sweet. 
 
 " I shall be satisfied ! " Whether I see 
 
 Things as you see them, it matters not, dear. 
 
 Much we contend for is still mystery ; 
 But very soon every truth will be clear. 
 
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 " I shall be satisfied ! *' Here let us rest. 
 
 Father is faithful ; each promise secure ! 
 For you and me remaineth God's best ; 
 
 All will he satisfied we may be sure. 
 
 A Man/' Isa. 32:2. 
 
 " Lordj what is man ?'' The Psalmist cries, 
 The creature of so brief a day ! — 
 Why art Thou mindful of him, Lord, 
 That Thou delightest in his way J 
 
 Is man the noblest work of God, 
 
 The acme of creative-skill ? 
 Will God all of His promises 
 
 To every man at last fulfil ? 
 
 Can God subject all things to man ? 
 
 He who has power the dead to raise ? 
 Yes ; although now we do not see 
 
 Man crowned with glory and with praise. 
 
 He holds to-day a humble place, 
 
 Defiled by sin and misery ; 
 But in God's well beloved Son 
 
 His thought for all mankind we see. 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIKIT. 39 
 
 We trace the steps by which our Lord 
 
 Ascended to His Father's throne ; 
 And thus the pathway we must tread 
 
 From earth to heaven is made known 
 
 For every lowly son of man 
 
 Christ's vict'ry over death shall share ; 
 And by the triumphs of the cross 
 
 A crown of life and glory wear. 
 
 A man shall be a hiding-place, — 
 
 The shelter of a Mighty-Rock ; 
 And through the sheep-fold's only Door 
 
 The Shepherd will bring home His flock. 
 
 Behold the Man ! God's finished work, — 
 Consider Him ! — and then exclaim, — 
 
 Lord, our Lord, how excellent, 
 How very wonderful, thy Name ! 
 
 The End in View* 
 
 If God can make a perfect man 
 Out of such dust as we are, dear, 
 
 We would not want to thwart His plan, 
 Nor with His purpose interfere ? 
 
40 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 The process may be painful — true : 
 'Tis no small task to undertake ; 
 
 But only God such work can do, 
 
 And He will, for His own Name's sake. 
 
 God's methods are the very best, 
 How can we ever doubt His skill ? 
 
 God's wisdom must stand every test ; 
 We've only to yield to His will. 
 
 Then let God cleanse us, break us up, 
 And place us in the furnace heat, — 
 
 Mould us into A Loving Cup, 
 A vessel for His service Meet. 
 
 When we are finished some sweet day, 
 And faultless in our Father's sight. 
 What will it be to hear Him say, 
 He finds in us His Soul's delight ? 
 
 O joy, to hear Him then declare, 
 'Mid Heaven's blessed minstrelsy, 
 
 " My well beloved, thou art all fair ; 
 No spot or wrinkle is in thee ! " 
 
 "Wanted — A Home* 
 
 Wanted, — a home, where Love is in control. 
 Not only in some part, but in the whole, — 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 41 
 
 Where Fatlier comes with eager step at even, 
 So thankful he may rest in such a haven ; 
 For at the threshold he can turn away 
 From every anxious care throughout the day. 
 
 A home where Mother is acknowledged queen, 
 And all her subjects are of happy mien ; 
 Where every room displays her gentle skill, 
 And every heart is loyal to her will ; 
 Where sons and daughters in gay rivalry 
 Strive most to honor her sweet majesty. 
 
 A home where each is planning in some wise 
 To give to some one else a glad surprise ; 
 Where selfish thoughts can gain no lodging place, 
 And where of frowns one cannot find a trace : 
 Each brow is smooth and free from fretful lines, 
 Because each face with loving kindness shines. 
 
 This home is wanted, whether large or small, — 
 
 A lowly cottage or a stately hall ; 
 
 We will not ask the value of it twice, 
 
 For none can over-estimate the price. 
 
 In this cold, hard and bitter world the heart 
 
 Longs for a home where Love rules every part. 
 
 " Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place," we read ; 
 This is the home the weary-hearted need : 
 
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 No discord can intrude its peace to mar, — 
 No cares are there, no worry, fret or jar : 
 This is a home where Love is in control, 
 YoT God is Love — O rest in Him, my soul ! 
 
 Extracts 
 
 '' And all this house of love was peopled fair 
 With sweet attendance, so that in each part. 
 With lovely sights, were gentle faces found ; 
 Soft speech and willing service ; 
 Each one glad to gladden, 
 Pleased to give pleasure 
 Proud to obey." 
 
 — ^^ Light of Asia J ^ 
 
 '* Without and Within/' 
 
 He had written a letter (Nov. 1902) of his lodging 
 room in the great city. In the upper story of a tall 
 building, right in the business centre, amid the noise 
 and clatter and filth and wickedness of grasping greedy 
 humanity ; and, with all the rest, the inevitable and 
 accursed saloon. He could look down from his lofty 
 window and, through the transom over the saloon door, 
 see the poor lost wretches, in a hell of their own mak- 
 ing, lined up along the bar, pouring down the stuff that 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIBIT. 43 
 
 debauches the brain, destroys the body and gives the 
 whole man over to the control of wanton lust. Up to 
 his ears came the cries and curses of half drunken brutes 
 as they were pitched out of the saloon for some cause, 
 or fought together in the filthy street. At almost any 
 time in the night might be heard the obscene wrangling 
 of vile men, and women, still more vile. To his room 
 windows were iuside wooden shutters, and as soon as it 
 came dark he would close these tight, and thus shut out 
 the hateful sights and sounds. Then with a brilliant 
 light and an open fire place he could have all the light 
 and warmth he desired ; and, shut in with God, he could 
 write or read or attend to his work whatever it was, in 
 quietness and peace. Impressed by this letter, sister 
 wi'ote the following verses. 
 
 Without and Within, 
 
 The night is without, 
 Where the winds of doubt 
 
 Are making a ceaseless din ; 
 And many a bark 
 Is wrecked in the dark 
 
 On the cruel reefs of sin. 
 
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 Within is the light 
 Of the God of might ; 
 
 And silence, and rest, and calm, 
 And a faith that sees 
 Through these mysteries 
 
 The strength of His holy arm. 
 
 Without is the roar 
 Of the angry war 
 
 Of words that are false and vain ; 
 Within is the peace 
 Of the Truth's increase ; 
 
 And the notes of a sweet refrain. 
 
 Within we may hide 
 Till the storm outside 
 
 Is hushed by His voice divine ; 
 And the gloom of night 
 Has been put to flight 
 
 By the beams of God's glad sunshine. 
 
 In this secret place 
 We may daily trace 
 
 New phases of Love's strange ways ; 
 And rejoice to know 
 God has planned things so 
 
 That all tongues shall to Him give praise! 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 46 
 
 -''All Things are of God/^ 
 
 No less than seven times is this statement made in 
 the New Testament ; viz. Rom. 11 : 36 ; 1 Cor. 8 : 6 ; 11 : 
 12 ; 2 Cor. 5 : 18 ; Eph. 1 : 11 ; Heb. 2 : 10 ; 3 : 4. Do 
 you realize, reader, how wonderful and blessed this is ? 
 You may accept it in all its length and breadth. In 
 some sense, all things, evil as well as good, are " of 
 God " (Isa. 45 : 1-7). If you would read a striking 
 illustration of how evil things are " of God,'' see the 
 story of Joseph in the last fourteen chapters of Genesis, 
 noticing especially Gen. 45 : 3-8. Also consider in the 
 New Testament the story of Christ's passion and 
 death, with John 19 : 11 and Acts 4 : 26-28. 
 
 All Thingfs of God. 
 
 (Rom. 11 : ;S6.) 
 
 All things of God ! Dear heart, thou needst not fear, — 
 The waves may toss themselves, but not prevail ; 
 
 Although for many days no stars appear, 
 This is an anchor that can never fail, 
 All things of God ! 
 
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 All things of God, where all seems to be wrong, 
 When winds are contrary and dangers nigh, 
 
 When friends forsake and enemies are strong ? 
 To every question there is one reply, — 
 All things of God ! 
 
 All things of God — the bitter and the sweet ! 
 
 Both good and evil are at His command ; 
 His will controls, God never meets defeat : 
 
 No power can stay the strength of His right hand. 
 All things of God ! 
 
 All things of God ! There we may rest content : 
 Since God is love, his plan is best for thee 
 
 What e'er the curse 'tis for a blessing sent ; 
 Good shall alone result eternally ! 
 All things of God. 
 
 ** God is Enough,'' 
 
 This is a fact ; but very few know it. The only way 
 we ever can know it is by being put into circumstances 
 where we have " the Lord alone." (Isa. 2 : 11, 17.) Then 
 we find, what we never would have otherwise believed, 
 that God is enough ; and then He gives us back the very 
 things he took away ; and thus, in Him, the Lost, is 
 Found again. 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 47 
 
 God is Enough* 
 
 ' Tis a precious lesson learned 
 
 When we find 
 God can fully satisfy 
 
 Heart and mind ; 
 So we are content to part 
 With the treasures of our heart, 
 Just because, O God, Thou art 
 
 All, combined ! 
 
 We can venture then to give 
 
 All to Him, 
 Tho' our eyes with human tears 
 
 May be dim : 
 'FoT God shows us o'er and o'er 
 How our lost He doth restore. 
 Thus becoming ours the more 
 
 When in Him. 
 
 As we find our God enough 
 
 We can claim 
 All our treasures found in Him, 
 
 Praise His Name ! 
 Human loves are made divine 
 When we know " all mine are Thine ; '^ 
 And we sing, ^' all Thine are mine,^' 
 
 Praise His Name ! 
 
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 Some seven years ago (1896) I wrote the following 
 prayer in a casual letter to a friend. It was published 
 in the Spirit of the Word, Aug. 1896. In after years 
 I found it was inspired and prophetic. God took me at 
 my word. I am glad ; it is still, 
 
 My Prayer. 
 
 Dear Lord, don't you mind my weakness ; you know 
 you7' strength is made perfect in my weakness ; don't 
 mind my failures ; do not spare me for my shrinking ; 
 make me like thyself — like thyself ^ dear Lord, in any 
 way, at any cost, no matter whether I like it or not. 
 You know best, dear Lord, and I want you to have 
 your own way in me. Not my will, but thine, always : 
 probably I shall not like the process ; it will hurt ; I 
 may even feel discouraged and almost ready to draw 
 back ; doubts will assail me, fears will torment me, I 
 may be weary of the conflict and sigh for rest and cry 
 for deliverance before the work is done. Never mind, 
 dear Lord, finish the work you have begun, for thy 
 name's sake, and for thine own glory, and stay not thy 
 hand until thou seest, clear, and true, and perfect, thine 
 own image and likeness in me ; and to thee, and thee 
 alone, shall be all the praise forever. Amen. 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 In the following, sister lias put it into verse 
 ** My Prayer/' 
 
 (Isa. 43 : 10.) 
 
 Dear Lord, mind not my weakness, 
 
 Thy strength is the supply ; 
 And do not note my failures, 
 
 Nor spare because I cry ; 
 But make me like thyself, Lord, 
 
 Yea, like Thyself I pray ! 
 No matter what it costs me, 
 
 Just have Thine own sweet way. 
 
 Thou knowest what is hest^ Lord, 
 
 Make every choice for me : 
 Not my will, but Thine always^ — 
 
 I leave it all with Thee. 
 I may not like the process, 
 
 ' Twill wound my heart I know ; 
 Perhaps I'll get discouraged. 
 
 And oft' impatient grow : 
 
 For doubts may press me sorely, 
 Tormenting fears attack ; 
 
 And feeling very weary, 
 
 Perchance I may look back, — 
 
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 My God, forgive such, weakness, 
 Work on till Thon art done ; 
 
 Do Thou completely finish 
 The blessed task begun. 
 
 Do this for Thine own glory ! 
 
 Stay not until thou see 
 Thine image — TJmie own likeness — 
 
 Perfectly wrought in me ; 
 Yea, do this for Thy glory, 
 
 Tor Thy Name's sake ! And then 
 To Thee, and Thee alone^ Lord, 
 
 Shall be the praise. Amen ! 
 
 Knowing God. 
 
 Wednesday eve, January 7, 1903, he talked on Know- 
 ing God. Most people know God as the One who will 
 be ; he will do great things for them in the fnture, — 
 after death, in heaven ; hence their triumphs and their 
 joys are all postponed. Some know Him as the I Am, — 
 " a very 'present help in every time of need " ; One who 
 here and now is our righteousness, victory and Home. 
 A few know Him as the One who always has been the 
 same ; past, present and to come, Jehovah, the Coming 
 One ; always coming ; always growing more and more to 
 the trusting child ; and yet always the same, in all the 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 51 
 
 past, even when we did not know or trust Him ; and in 
 all the time to come nothing shall separate us from his 
 love, until He shall become '' All in All." " The Father 
 of Lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow 
 of turning/' How is He to thee ? Thy future God ? 
 thy present God? or thy Father, always, from everlasting 
 to everlasting? 
 That same evening sister wrote the following verses. 
 
 Knowing God« 
 
 O what joy, my God, is this, 
 
 To know Thee I 
 There can be no purer bliss 
 
 Here for me. 
 Than in everything to trace 
 Thy sweet will, Thou God of grace ! 
 Earth becomes a heavenly place. 
 
 Knowing Thee ! 
 
 What a wondrous peace it brings 
 
 To know Thee ! 
 Like the birds my spirit sings, 
 
 Glad and free : 
 Though the enemy would harm. 
 Nothing can my heart alarm ; 
 In this haven all is calm. 
 Knowing Thee ! 
 
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 what rest of soul is mine, 
 
 To know Thee ! 
 Keeping me in a divine 
 
 Ecstasy ! 
 Not a burden can I bear, 
 Nor the least weight of a care. 
 It is wealth beyond compare, 
 
 Knowing Thee ! 
 
 The Reason of It* 
 
 How apt we are to ask, " Why ? " " Why art thou 
 cast down, my soul, and why art thou disquieted 
 within me?" "0 Lord, why casteth thou off my soul ? 
 why hidest thou thy face far from me ? " — and that 
 most agonizing cry of all, " My God, my God, why hast 
 thou forsaken me ? " So the writer has asked, why did 
 he have this experience ? and he has received an an- 
 swer ; he has been told the reason ; and one of the ways 
 by which this answer came was through the 
 
 MANY, CHEEKING, HELPFUL LETTERS 
 
 that have poured in upon him in refreshing streams of 
 sympathy and comfort from many friends. The limits 
 of this little Memorial will not allow extensive publica- 
 tion of these precious epistles, although they are well 
 
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 worthy of such publication, and he would be glad to 
 give them such publicity, for the comfort and encourage- 
 ment of others. But since he cannot do this he must 
 content himself with a few extracts which answer this 
 question, Whij ? Why do we have to go through with 
 such trials ? What is the reason of it ? Here is an 
 extract that answers ; it was received during Addie's 
 sickness, right after the issue of the July paper, " Trust 
 and Wait " (see page 13). 
 
 « I thank you very kindly for sending me The Spirit 
 OF THE Word ; it came just in time, as I was very much 
 oppressed and troubled ; but, praise the dear Lord for 
 the little paper, when I opened it, and saw the heading, 
 ' Trust and Wait,' and then read a little further on, I 
 said to my husband. Now you see God is in all things. I 
 am going to trust and wait ; and it lifted the burden, 
 and I went and prayed and told my dear Father I 
 would never doubt him again, as I knew he worked all 
 things after the counsel of his own will (Eph. 1 : 11)." 
 
 Is it not worth while to be made to mourn in order 
 that you may " Comfort those that mourn " ? Is there 
 any greater blessing than to be a blessing ? 
 
 Here's another extract written after Addie's death. 
 
 " My heart goes out in constant supplication to our 
 Father on your behalf in this your hour of trial. I 
 know it must hurt, but I look beyond to the time of 
 fruitage that will be the result of this discipline and I 
 
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 see the abundance of luscious fruit that will be borne 
 for the Kingdom through this pruning. what faith 
 and confidence our Father must have in your loyalty 
 and trust in Him to permit you to pass through this 
 trial. I would like to shake your hand, brother, and 
 tell you that I am a stronger woman in my faith in God 
 since reading your experience of these last few weeks. 
 It was you the Lord used to show me the beautiful 
 truth that all things are of God, and has enabled me to 
 become patient when I remembered whose hand was 
 allowing all these horrid things to spoil my life. We 
 never can comfort others till we have learned to know 
 the need of it ourselves. Good bye, and God bless you ! 
 we are lonely here while we think of your loneliness." 
 
 Is there not a recompense for tears ? Jesus suffered 
 being tempted, and so is able to succor them that are 
 tempted ; shall we not rejoice that we may have some- 
 thing of the same experience ? Here is another extract. 
 
 " I received The Spirit of the Word (September 
 number, see page 15) yesterday and want to tell you 
 how it comforted me. I have said to myself so many 
 times, how will he stand the terrible test ? When I 
 read your own testimony and knew your faith had not 
 failed, I praised God, took comfort and was encouraged. 
 My flesh shrinks at the thought of what your agony was 
 in seeing your loved one suffer. I have had a taste of it. 
 Then all the darkness of questioning and doubts that 
 
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 come like a flood to sweep us away. No one can know 
 what a fiery furnace you have been in until they have 
 been there. Yes indeed, it takes years of preparation 
 to be able to pass through it and come out victorious ; 
 and yet it is a ' light affliction ' compared with * the ex- 
 ceeding weight of glory \ it has and will bring you. It 
 gives me courage to keep on until this long dark night 
 of weeping is over. You have not won this victory for 
 yourself alone. God will use it wonderfully for the 
 blessing of others. I am not distressed for you now ; 
 truly you are the one that can comfort, instead of seek- 
 ing comfort. God has blessed you and caused his face 
 to shine upon you (Num. 6 : 24-27). Your sister in the 
 faith that All things are of God.''^ 
 
 Here is one more that was greatly blessed to me. 
 
 " You know that many hearts are going out toward 
 youj and going up for you, and that, best of all, our 
 Father who sits on the throne of the universe is sup- 
 plying you with grace, and strength, and peace as he 
 sees you need. the blessedness of knowing Him ! to 
 know Him is trust, and rest and peace. From the 
 human standpoint it is affliction, sorrow and bitter 
 trials ; from his, looking through his eyes, we see only 
 Love, Love, Love. Surely we can and do trust and wait 
 in such loving hands. 
 
 He who spared not his own Son 1900 years ago can 
 not spare him now, — every purifying flame. But, O 
 the glory that follows ! 
 
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 The hour is here ; we shall see her again soon. Not 
 lost, not dead, not parted, only the human vision can 
 not penetrate the veil. * All live unto Him ' we do 
 Trust and Wait." 
 
 These are only a few from very many similar expres- 
 sions. Do they not answer, at least partially, the ques- 
 tion, Why ? Is it not blessed thus to be able to rejoice 
 in our sufferings for others, and to fill up that 
 which is behind of the afflictions of Christ for his body's 
 sake, which is the Church? (Col. 1 : 24.) The Elect 
 are a sacrifice for the non-elect ; the First-born for the 
 benefit of the later born; the Elder shall serve the 
 younger. " I will bless thee and make thee a blessing.'* 
 Are you willing to be made a blessing to others through 
 suffering ? Such pre-eminently was the purpose of 
 Christ's creation ; and such shall be thine if thou follow 
 him. He that is able to receive it let him receive it. 
 
 ''Think It Not Strange/' 
 
 Think it not strange, beloved, that thy heart 
 Is pierced with many sorrows day by day ; 
 
 Eather rejoice that thou mayst have a part 
 In suffering with Him, who passed this way. 
 
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 Nothing can " happen," all is in God's plan ; 
 
 There is a <' need be " in each trial here : 
 Trace not your sore afflictions unto man, — 
 
 Take all from God, however they appear. 
 
 Seemeth it hard to take all things from God ? 
 
 Is it not harder when we fail to see 
 The Father's hand about the chastening rod, 
 
 And feel ourselves left to the enemy ? 
 
 Why do you look at agencies, things seen ? 
 
 Is not our God to us the first and last ? 
 If so it matters not what lies between, — 
 
 He will control the future as the past. 
 
 We are appointed hereunto, dear heart. 
 
 This is the process for perfecting saints, — 
 Such truth should take from every wound its smart. 
 
 And seal our lips from questions and complaints. 
 Let us then watch with Him this little hour, 
 
 Amid the shadows of Gethsemane ! 
 First share His sufferings and then His power. 
 
 Drink of His cup, then know His Victory ! 
 
 Patience. 
 
 Thou God of patience, more and more 
 Supply me with this grace divine ; 
 
 And from Thy vast, exhaustless store 
 Pour into this great need of mine. 
 
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 Let patience liave her perfect work, 
 Although severe the process be ; 
 
 My Father, do not let me shirk 
 The daily cross that raiseth me. 
 
 Help me in all things to discern 
 
 Thy loving will, Thy guiding hand ; 
 
 And may it be my one concern 
 
 To keep in mind Thy new command. 
 
 For, my God, if filled with love, 
 I will be patient then indeed ; 
 
 And more and more this grace shall prove 
 Sufficient for my greatest need. 
 
 Centered in God. 
 
 They tell us, in the center of a flame 
 There is a point of coolness to be found 
 
 Where insect-life may peacefully abide 
 When burning heat has circled it around. 
 
 And also in the center of the storm 
 
 A ship may anchor and be quite secure, 
 
 Until the fury of the blast is spent, 
 
 And sky and sea the onward voyage assure. 
 
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 So, we believe, in this vast universe 
 
 Of changing stars and planets that revolve, 
 
 There is a center of perpetual rest, — 
 
 Although its length and breadth we cannot solve. 
 
 Yet, at this point of undisturbed repose, 
 
 Our minds have fixed the Father's dwelling-place, 
 
 Whence life and light proceed in rays divine 
 And penetrate the boundless realms of space. 
 
 In this fair haven there is perfect peace, 
 A refuge calm from storms or scorching heat ; 
 
 And there the weak, the tempest tossed and sad. 
 May find a resting place, a safe retreat. 
 
 Without this center is the strife of tongues, 
 
 The clash of creeds, the whirl of doubts and fears ; 
 
 But to the soul within this blest abode, 
 The vision is of faith undimmed by tears. 
 
 Then let us follow on through mist and maze, 
 His strength our staff. His wisdom for our rod. 
 
 Until we pass beyond the realm of sight 
 
 Into the soul's true home, — Centered in God ! 
 
 Faithful. 
 
 Lord, make me faithful unto the end, 
 Faithful to foe as well as to friend ; 
 
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 Willing to go or willing to stay, 
 Faithful in every word, work and way : 
 Lord make me faithful ! 
 
 Lord, keep me faithful, steadfast and true. 
 Though I have neither five talents nor two. 
 Not to be honored or loved do I ask, 
 Only kept faithful whatever my task : 
 Lord, keep me faithful ! 
 
 Lord, keep me faithful, although I may be 
 Misunderstood and judged cruelly ; 
 Yet keep me patient, forgiving and sweet, — 
 Faithful in victory or in defeat. 
 Lord, keep me faithful ! 
 
 '' Yc are Gods/' Psa; 82 : 6. 
 
 What art Thou doing, O Thou Mighty God ? 
 Thou breakest man as with an iron rod ; 
 Thou turnest him e'en to destruction's brink ; 
 And in the miry pit Thine offspring sink. 
 
 Are we not Thine ? Didst thou not give us breath ? 
 Why are we brought into this scene of death, 
 This charnel-house of wretchedness and woe ? 
 Whence come we, and oh, whither shall we go ? 
 
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 Do we come forth as flowers to be cut down, 
 Are we but grass at evening to be mown ? 
 Tell us, God, why hast Thou made mankind, 
 What pleasure in creation dost Thou find ? 
 
 Hush, hush, be quiet ; and thy God will speak ! 
 The Mighty One will bow down to the weak. 
 Draw close thy mantle that it hide thy shame , 
 Be still ! And let God vindicate His name. 
 
 << What am I doing, dost thou ask of Me ? 
 Poor, weary soul, God will reply to thee : 
 I am creating, by my wondrous skill, 
 A race of Gods to do my sovereign will ! 
 
 " For such an end what must the process be ? 
 Wilt thou declare ? or hearken unto Me ? 
 Is it, to thus transform an earthy clod. 
 An easy task, — to make of it, — a God ? 
 
 " Thy God will finish what He has begun ; 
 He will perfect His image in each one. 
 Although creation groans in pain till now, — 
 This work is going on, man knows not how. 
 
 " In every tear and sorrow, pain and loss, 
 God worketh out the lessons of the cross : 
 Where man sees wrong God will bring forth the right ; 
 And thus through clouds and darkness lead to light. 
 
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 " By tasting bitter, man the sweet will choose ; 
 To claim the good he must the ill refuse ; 
 And so by contrast, the unfailing test, 
 God will make known the highest and the best." 
 
 Man may misjudge and scan God's ways in vain; 
 But Love and Light will yet make all things plain ; 
 And every tongue this glad acclaim shall swell, — 
 "Glory to God ! He hath done all things well ! " 
 
 Fear and Fcan 
 
 I do not fear Thee, Father- God ; 
 
 And yet, I fear Thee more and more ; 
 I do not fear Thy smiting rod, — 
 
 But wounding Thee, I would deplore ! 
 
 Since through Thy well-beloved Son 
 Thou hast revealed to me Thy heart, — 
 
 What can I fear. Thou blessed One, 
 For Thou my loving Father art ! 
 
 To be obedient to Thee, 
 
 Always to please Thee, day by day. 
 Such filial fear doth constantly 
 
 Possess my will and mark my way. 
 
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 So sensitive my heart has grown 
 
 To every slight approach of sin, 
 The evil-thought-birds far have flown, 
 
 Until I cease to hear their din. 
 
 Thus while from all distressing fear 
 My soul, immersed in love, is free, 
 
 I praise God for this Holy fear 
 Consuming and transforming me. 
 
 The Father. 
 
 Do you know the Father, 
 Christian brother mine ? 
 
 Do you know the meaning 
 Of that name divine ? 
 
 Many know of Jesus, 
 
 Of the Mighty God, 
 Of a blest Redeemer, 
 
 And a risen Lord. 
 
 These are names most precious 
 To each Christian heart ; 
 
 But to know the Father 
 Is the better part. 
 
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 Have you had a father 
 Who was always kind, 
 
 Patient with your failings, 
 Wise of heart and mind ? 
 
 Skilful in his dealings, 
 Ever shielding you ? 
 
 Gentle as a mother ; 
 
 Brave and strong and true ? 
 
 Yet the Heavenly Father 
 Is all this and more : 
 
 For his love and power 
 Are a boundless store. 
 
 When you know the Father, 
 You will have no fear : 
 
 You can trust His silence, 
 Conscious He is near. 
 
 You may rest contented, — 
 Let His wisdom choose : 
 
 All you have is His, 
 So you cannot lose. 
 
 All He has is yours ; 
 
 This He doth declare ! 
 What then can disturb you ? 
 
 Father has the care. 
 
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 Do you know the Father 
 
 And your sonship claim i 
 Then, my Chi-istian brother, 
 
 You have leai-ned God's Name. 
 
 ''He Fell Asleep.'' 
 
 (Acts 7 : 60.) 
 
 Every Bible student knows that the common term for 
 physical death, both in the Old and the New Testament, 
 is sleep. This term is used both of the righteous and 
 the wicked (Dan. 12: 2); the only difference between 
 the two classes is that the righteous are said to " sleep 
 in Jesus." This expression has been greatly blessed to 
 me. We are always glad to have our tired suffering 
 ones sleep. We need not fear the last sleep ; it is not 
 death (Matt. 9 : 24). The only death there is, and the 
 only one we need fear is alienation from God (Eph. 4 : 
 18 ; of John 17 ; 3). Physical death is called sleep be- 
 cause it is only a temporary condition, from which God 
 can awaken his beloved children as easily as we can 
 awaken our children from natural sleep ; and the 
 moment of awakening is, to them, the moment of falling 
 asleep. Meantime they live unto God, just as " all live 
 nnto him " (Lu. 20 : 38), hence they live unto us who live 
 in God. He is our Home , and theirs ; the only differ- 
 ence being that, in that home, they sleep, while we still 
 
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 keep wakeful vigil. But " whether we wake or sleep we 
 live together with him " (1 Thess. 5 : 10). To the sleep- 
 ing, as well as to the living, it is true that, their life is 
 hid with Christ in God (Col. 3:3). I therefore still 
 think of Ad die as with me — in God; she sleeping, I 
 awake, just as -I would prefer to have it. At night she 
 still sleeps by my side ; during the day she sleeps in an 
 adjoining room, but under the same roof, in the same 
 " dwelling place." (Psa. 90 : 1.) I wait for the morning, 
 her's and mine. As brother Frank wrote, " We shall 
 see her again ; perhaps even to-morrow, or next week ; 
 and what a gloriously beautiful form will greet our 
 gladdened eyes the^i." 
 
 <* Wherefore comfort one another with these words." 
 
 Sleeping;* 
 
 She is not dead, our loved one's sweetly sleeping ; 
 
 Now come apart awhile and let her rest: 
 'Tis not for us sad vigils to be keeping, — 
 
 To move about with countenance depressed. 
 
 Are we not cheered to know her pain is over ? 
 
 Our weary one shall never wake to weep : 
 With grateful hearts her precious form we cover,- 
 
 How kind the Father is to let her sleep ! 
 
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 Sweet memories like happy birds are singing 
 
 Within the heart as to our tasks we go ; 
 New truths, bright hopes, these blessed thoughts are 
 bringing ; 
 
 And more and more the Father's love we know. 
 
 We live in God whether awake or sleeping ; 
 
 There is no death to blight the trusting soul : 
 We all are in our Father's own safe keeping, — 
 
 And all is well because He doth control. 
 
 Come then, dear hearts, we'll toil until the even,— 
 That coming eventide when all is light ! 
 
 Back to our arms these loved forms will be given. 
 When Faith's brief journey ends in glorious sight. 
 
 The Problem of Evil 
 
 This is the theological puzzle of all the ages. It is 
 fully solved, however, when we understand that Evil is 
 relative \ only the Good is absolute; there can be but 
 one absolute, but there may be many relatives ; and the 
 relative is as real as the absolute, i. e. the relation is 
 real. We need not say, as Christian science declares for 
 example, that there is no evil, and thus simply stultify 
 ourselves. We may freely admit the reality of evil, i. e. 
 that evil relations do really exist, while at the same 
 
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 time holding, with the Bible, that all evil eventuates in 
 good. I will illustrate what I mean by the relative and 
 the absolute. 
 
 Suppose a man is on a train moving forty miles an 
 hour northward; suppose he walks from the forward 
 end of that train through the cars toward the rear ; in 
 what direction is he moving ? he is walking toward the 
 south and at the same time the train is carrying him 
 north ; which way is he really going ? He cannot be 
 going both ways at the same time, although to some it 
 might seem as though he was. The correct answer is 
 that relatively (with relation to the train) the man is 
 moving south; but absolutely speaking he is going 
 north, for the train is carrying him much more rapidly 
 in this latter direction, than he is walking in the former. 
 This illustrates the difference between the relative and 
 the absolute. Now in regard to the relativity of evil, 
 take a Bible example. Was it an evil thing or a good 
 thing that Joseph was sold into Egypt? We would 
 have to answer this question by saying that relatively 
 to his wicked brethren and the immediate results of sin 
 "and guilt and anguish and suffering to all concerned, it 
 was an evil ; but in the final outcome it was good, good 
 to all connected with it, — to Joseph, to his father (who 
 had formerly deceived his father), to the wicked 
 brethren, to Pharaoh and the Egyptians, and to all the 
 people round about. The thing was relatively evil, but 
 absolutely good. See Gen. 45 : 4-8 and 50 : 19, 20. 
 
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 Take one more very striking and most positive Bible 
 example. Suppose yon were asked, was the crucifixion 
 of Christ right or wrong ? What would you say ? Would 
 you not have to say that it was wrong from one point of 
 view, and right from another? smd thus both right and 
 wrong according as the act was viewed. From the 
 standpoint of his murderers it was the crime of the ages 
 the most atrocious deed that man ever perpetrated. 
 But from God's point of view it was right, especially 
 foreordained and predetermined. (Acts 4 : 27, 28.) 
 
 Here then is the solution of the problem of evil and 
 its true status in the economy of God. Evil is not 
 eternal ; if it were its presence in the universe of a God 
 of infinite benevolence and almighty power would be 
 utterly inexplicable ; but it is a means to an end, the dark 
 background needed to bring out the resplendent attri- 
 butes of God so as to reveal Him to man, and man to 
 himself, and so to make it possible for man to become 
 like God, by the inculcation and exercise of the same 
 attributes, which God, through man's necessity, has re- 
 vealed—and especially to be perfected in love, the very 
 substance of God, but which man never could have 
 " perceived " without the dark background of evil. (1 
 Jn. 3 : 16 ; Eom. 5 : 8.) 
 
 Thus evil is " of God " as well as the good (Isa. 45 : 
 7). Hence Jesus says, " Resist not evil " (Matt. 5 : 39), 
 and he showed us in his life what he meant ; for he 
 
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 quietly submitted to whatever insult or indignity was 
 heaped upon him. He says by the prophet (Isa. 50), 
 *' The Lord Jehovah hath opened mine ear, and I re- 
 belled not, and backward I moved not. I gave my back 
 to the smiters, and my cheeks to them that plucked out 
 the hair ; I hid not my face from shame and spitting. 
 And the Lord Jehovah giveth help to me ; therefore have 
 I not been conf oimded ; therefore have I set my face like 
 a flint and I know that I shall not be ashamed.'^ Do 
 you catch the spirit of this scripture ? If Jesus had 
 resisted the indignities that were heaped upon him he 
 would have rebelled against God (compare Eom. 13 : 1, 
 2). He submitted, — not to Herod, to Pontius Pilate or 
 to the people of the Jews ; these were only God's 
 agents, — but he submitted to Gody the Father (John 
 18 : 11) — he saw no other hand but his, he recognized 
 no other power. (John 19 : 11.) So the one that 
 knows God may accept all things, evil as well as good, 
 from God, and for his own blessing (Job 2 : 10) ; and 
 thus not only acquiesce, but " rejoice in the Lord always 
 and in every thing give thanks." This is Jesus' way 
 of meeting evil. He that is able to receive it let him 
 receive it. 
 
 The purpose of all this is perfection, " made perfect 
 through suffering.'' (Heb. 2 : 10.) Thus was Jesus per- 
 fected ; for " though he was a Son yet learned he 
 obedience by the things that he suffered, and being 
 
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 made perfect, lie became the author of eternal salvation 
 •unto all them that obey him." (Heb. 5 : 7-9.) 
 
 Man could never know the absolute good, without 
 first knowing the relative evil ; or to use the Bible sym- 
 bols, man must first eat of the tree of the knowledge of 
 good and evil, before he could partake of the tree of 
 life, which is the knowledge of good absolutely ; for 
 ** this is life eternal to know THEE the only true 
 God and Jesus Christ whom thou hascsent. (John 17 : 
 3.) Thus evil is necessary to reveal God by opposites 
 and to develop a race of gods (Psa. 82 : 6) by suffering ; 
 and Jesus Christ is the demonstration and full illustra- 
 tion of this process according to the Plan of the Ages, 
 past, present and to come. This is the true science of 
 Chi'istology, the science of the Bible, the science of God. 
 " I am the first and I am the last, saith Jehovah." 
 
 In the following poem sister has put some of the 
 foregoing thoughts into verse. 
 
 Transformation* 
 
 Pondering deeply the problem of evil. 
 Musing life's strange inequalities o'er, 
 
 Weighing the cause and effect of our sorrows, 
 Seeking to find out unsearchable lore, — 
 
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 Suddenly light came, dispelling the darkness, 
 As from a rift in the gray clouds above 
 
 Peace, like a dove, rested here on my bosom, 
 Bringing the olive-leaf message of love. 
 
 God hath for sorrow a sure compensation ; 
 
 Wrong ope's the door for the entrance of right ; 
 Conflict leads forth to the wearing of laurels ; 
 
 Dull shadows herald approaching new light. 
 
 Nothing is wasted in all His creation, — 
 What we term loss insures infinite gain. 
 
 Sweet the effects of the cup we call bitter, — 
 Comfort the aftermath following pain. 
 
 Jewels of joy come from mines of affliction ; 
 
 Birth pangs precede every gladness new born ; 
 Violent storms cause a fairer horizon ; 
 
 Dreary nights end with the beauties of morn ! 
 
 Thus may each curse be transformed to a blessing, 
 Although this truth is still misunderstood ; 
 Mercy '' we read, " shall rejoice over judgment :" 
 Life is through death, — our ills working out good. 
 
 Here is the secret o'er which we have pondered. 
 This the key-royal to mysteries grim : 
 
 God has revealed His great love through the evil ; 
 All things created shall glorify Him ! 
 
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 Wise in conception is our Great Creator, 
 
 In His performance Almighty is He ; 
 What Love began Love will surely accomplish : 
 
 God's ultimatum perfection must be. 
 
 ''What is Man ?'^ 
 
 This question 'is so important that it is five times 
 asked in the Bible. Job 7: 17 and 15 : 14 ; Psa. 8 : 4 
 and 144 : 3 ; and finally in Heb. 2 : 6, where the question 
 is answered ; and what is that answer ? wonder of 
 wonders the answer is, — Jesus ! " We see not yet all 
 things put under man, but we see Jesus." That is to 
 say, Jesus is the great Prototjrpe of the race ; for, mark 
 you, the apostle here is not speaking of any particular 
 class of mankind, but of man, generically as a whole. 
 This is very wonderful and very blessed. Just as Adam 
 stands at the head of the race for condemnation and 
 death, so Jesus stands at the head of the race for justi- 
 fication and eternal life (Rom. 5 : 18); for " the head of 
 every man is Christ " (1 Cor. 11 : 3) and ultimately all 
 things in heaven and earth will be gathered " under one 
 head" in Him. (Eph. 1 : 9-11, Both.) 
 
 See Poem, '^ A Man,'" on page 38, 
 
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 •^ My Soul — ^Wait Thoti only upon GoJ.*^ — 
 
 Why do I wait here calmly, when so near, 
 Up, up, the sands of time the breakers roll? 
 
 "When the seas roar, and men's hearts fail for fear. 
 You ask me how I have such rest of soul? 
 
 Dear heart, I know the Father — that is all : 
 No harm from Him will ever come to me. 
 The waves may rise but back again must fall : 
 For He controls the bounds of every sea. 
 
 He told me that my strength was to sit still ; 
 
 And whispered, I should wait upon Him here. 
 So I am well content to do His will, 
 
 And watch to see my coming Lord appear. 
 
 But then you ask, " Have you no work to do," 
 When struggling souls are out upon the main ? 
 
 The laborers today are very few ; 
 
 How can you thus in quietness remain ? 
 
 Dear heart, it is the Father bids me wait ; 
 
 I cannot rise except at His command ; 
 His time is best, He will not speak too late ; 
 
 The sea is in the hollow of His hand. 
 
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 My heart is throbbing for the world's great need ; 
 
 I long to bring the perishing to shore ; 
 And this shall be my work in very deed 
 
 When God's full time has come ; but not before. 
 Then shall I fear to trust Him with the souls 
 He has redeemed by Love's blest sacrifice? 
 Will He leave one barque stranded on the shoals 
 When He has bought them at so great a price ? 
 All things are moving now at God's behest. 
 
 We cannot see, but we can trust His grace; 
 The counsels of His will are wise and best, 
 
 God's purposes are never out of place. 
 The souls that wait, may better serve today 
 
 According to God's wisdom and His plan, 
 Than those who go before He leads the way. 
 
 By heeding the untimely words of man. 
 Dear heart, wait thou alone on God, until 
 
 He gives thee all and more than thy request: 
 The Father worketh hitherto His will, 
 In quietness and confidence take rest. 
 
 The Pain of Love* 
 
 The more we come to know the Lord, 
 And sound the depths of Love divine 
 
 We see revealed in His pure word 
 How love and suffering combine. 
 
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 The pain of love is ever keen, 
 
 And hearts that love must suffer most j 
 
 In this God's wondrous grace is seen 
 Bringing salvation at such cost. 
 
 What would we suffer for our own, — 
 What do we bear for love's sweet sake? 
 
 How oft' we still the rising moan 
 Lest from another's peace we take ! 
 
 Thus is our God long suffering, 
 And silent in His love so great ; 
 
 Yet to the haven He will bring 
 The wanderers for whom we wait ! 
 
 Awhile He sorrows till mankind 
 
 Grow weary of the husks and swine ; 
 
 But every lost one God will find. 
 
 All that are His and yours and mine. 
 
 And since God has revealed this grace 
 The pain of love will not depart, 
 
 "Until each son of Adam's race 
 Is folded to the Father's heart 
 
 Separation* 
 
 First from the ivorld, with all its empty show, 
 The shepherd calls His flock to come apart : 
 
 Then from the good He leads them on to go 
 To better still, — more knowledge to impart. 
 
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 Still on, we come God's besthj faith to see, 
 And leave the better part to seek the best ; 
 
 Thus may we grow in grace continually, 
 From glory mount to glory's highest crest. 
 
 We enter by the court God's holy place, 
 
 Then, through the veil, pass on until we come 
 
 To the Host Holy, and there face to face 
 
 Commune with God, who is the heart's true home. 
 
 Thus by successive separations we 
 
 Are led into all truth, and come to know 
 
 Our God in all His grand supremacy : 
 
 From faith's full cup — to vision's overflow. 
 
 Walking; on the Water. 
 
 Do you know, my fellow-Christian, 
 
 If you have a single eye 
 You can walk upon the water. 
 
 When the waves are dashing high ? 
 
 But you must not look about you, 
 Nor cast one glance behind ; 
 
 For you'll sink beneath the billows 
 If you heed the boistrous wind. 
 
78 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 No , you cannot watch conditions 
 And rise o'er them, it is plain, 
 
 But by looking unto Jesus 
 You can walk upon the main. 
 
 Winds and waves will not o'erwhelm you, 
 Though deep calleth unto deep : 
 
 There is no such thing as failure 
 When your eyes on Him you keep. 
 
 Father holds life's mighty currents 
 
 In the hollow of his hand ; 
 How can any harm come to us. 
 
 Whether on the sea or land ? 
 
 **As an Eagflc." 
 
 (Deut. 32 : 11.) 
 
 Have you heard, dear, how the eagle 
 Teaches her young brood to fly 
 
 From the nest in the rough eyrie 
 
 Where the crags are steep and high ? 
 
 First, she tears the nest to pieces, 
 Scattering the eaglets weak, 
 
 Then, from those high clifts, she pushes 
 Off each one with her strong beak. 
 
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 " what cruelty," you murmur, 
 
 " Thus to deal with helpless things !" 
 
 Watch her, as she swoops beneath them. 
 Catching each on her broad wings. 
 
 How the young birds shriek and flutter 
 
 In their dizzy downward flight ; 
 But she bears them safely upward 
 
 To the solid, rocky height. 
 
 Thus the lesson is repeated 
 
 Till at length they all can fly ; 
 And instead of fluttering downward, — 
 
 Lo, they seek the azure sky ! 
 
 So, we find our nests are broken 
 
 By a power we cannot thwart : 
 For the lesson of the eaglets 
 
 We are needing to be taught. 
 
 This is not our rest, beloved, 
 
 God will have us mount on high ; 
 
 How we shrink and fear and murmur 
 While he teaches us to fly. 
 
 But God's love is strong and patient, 
 
 Ever mindful of his own ; 
 Some day we shall soar as eagles 
 
 To the heights as yet unknown. 
 
80 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 ThcLightof God 
 versus 
 ''The Light of Asia-'' 
 
 YouVe read the story of the Buddhist Prince, 
 The wise " Gautama," " Siddartha '' the fair ? 
 
 Who, from his " house of love " where all was bliss, 
 Came forth a willing sacrifice, to share 
 
 The sorrows of mankind that he might be 
 Their guide to hope, to peace and liberty ! 
 
 " The great renunciation " it is called, 
 
 This tale of beauty from dark India's lore ; 
 
 Yet, placing it beside the light of God, 
 How many passages we must deplore : 
 
 The splendors of the " Vishramvau " depart. 
 Before Truth's home of love, exceeding art. 
 
 Still we are lured by this most touching tale. 
 Its gems of pathos — its exquisite lines ; 
 
 The many precepts, laws and virtues rare, 
 
 Through which the light of God divinely shines. 
 
 In dear ^' Prince Siddartha " we joy to trace 
 Our Prince of Peace — Our Messenger of Grace ! 
 
 Across the pages of this beauteous poem 
 
 Truth's rainbow tints flash out like jewels placed 
 
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 In settings quite beneath their royal price ; 
 
 But truth is truth wherever it be traced : 
 And we can feel that inward thrill of joy, 
 
 Although we find these gems amid alloy. 
 
 As Siddartha laid off his glorious robe 
 To take the coarse apparel of the poor, 
 
 Our thoughts fly home to Him, who, although rich, 
 Yet, for our sake, to make our peace secure, 
 
 Laid off his glory to become a slave, 
 
 To serve mankind, — to seek the lost and save. 
 
 The Buddhist's trials in the wilderness, — 
 And how he triumphed o'er the artful foe, 
 
 Remind us of the forty days and nights 
 
 Our Lord was tempted, so that He might know 
 
 Our need, and succor every tempted one ; 
 Making them share the victory He won. 
 
 In Yosodhara we behold the Bride, 
 
 Who for her Lord's return doth daily wait ; 
 
 Goes forth to meet Him in her fairest robes, 
 Then with Him enters through the Palace gate, 
 
 In His blest presence finds her joy replete ; 
 Drinks the neiv ivine while sitting at His feet. 
 
 No longer now, as in the Song of Songs, 
 
 She seeks her Lord, and seeking finds Him not : 
 
 " The unpressed pillow and the empty robe '^ 
 Are sorrows that at last she has forgot j 
 
82 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 The dreams of night, the shadows pass away — 
 The hour has come, — the dawn of Perfect Day ! 
 
 Such precious thoughts as these delight our hearts, 
 As the sweet tale we ponder line on line, — 
 
 So beautiful, and yet so lacking too 
 The fullness of that Wisdom all divine ; 
 
 Nirvana is as nothingness — a pall, 
 
 Compared with this grand truth — God All in All ! 
 
 The Christian Nirvana* 
 
 The highest heaven of Buddhism (modernized into 
 Theosophy, so-called) is loss of personality, extinction 
 of being, nothingness. Gautama declared that " man's 
 only salvation is, not to be." This was Nirvana, absorp- 
 tion into the Deity, nonentity. Christ also declared 
 that He, and we, were ultimately to " go to the Father " 
 (John 14 : 12) — in a sense, be absorbed in God, that He 
 may be all in all. But how ? For what purpose ? To 
 lose our personal identity and become nothing ? No, 
 but to fi7id our true selves and become Gods (Psa. 82 : 
 6). Jesus declared that the thing we lost we should 
 save, that very thing, the soul. Christianity is full of 
 paradoxes, and this is one of them ; the only way to 
 save the soul is to lose it ; if you know what the soul 
 is you will understand this paradox. Paul says, " with 
 the mind I myself serve the law of God, but with the 
 flesh the law of sin." Who is this, " I myself ? " It 
 
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 is not ^' the old man " ; that is the " not I " ; but it is, 
 "the new man," '^the hidden man of the heart" 1 
 Pet. 3 : 4), which we have found,—" in God." In other 
 words, we have come to know our lineage and destiny — 
 »< I have said ye are gods, and all of you the childrenof 
 the Most High,"— and so we simply wait for the chrys- 
 alis to burst, that we may be ushered into our divine 
 estate ; and this, again, is God ; He is our inheritance. 
 " For everything belongs to you — Paul, Apollos, Peter, 
 the world, life, death, the present, the future, everything 
 belongs to you. But you belong to Christ ; and Christ 
 belongs to God." (1 Cor. 3 : 22, 23, 20th Cent. N. T. 
 Perfection is not extinction of being — 7iothing, but the 
 possession of all things, even " all the fulness of God." 
 In Him " the perfect man " finds his essential element, 
 his true habitat, his spirit's home, his All. 
 
 The Watch Towen'" 
 
 BY ANNA SHIPTON. 
 
 I will stand alone on my watch-tower, 
 
 And hear what my Lord will say : 
 I have stood there many a midnight, 
 
 And the noon of a sultry day. 
 I have cast my bread on the waters, 
 
 I shall surely find it again. 
 Though now, to my faint hearths vision. 
 
 It seems to be all in vain. 
 
84 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 The Lord has His time appointed, 
 
 I know not when it may be ; 
 But the blessing my soul is seeking 
 
 Will be given at last to me : 
 It may come in the silent watches 
 
 When the world lieth weary and still ; 
 It may come when my hope sinks lowest, 
 
 The depths of my spirit to thrill. 
 
 I know it will come — I am gazing 
 
 Into the distance afar, 
 As the wise men watched for the rising, 
 
 Through the eastern night, of their star 
 And a star shall arise in my darkness 
 
 That Herod can never destroy, — 
 I shall know the light I have longed for. 
 
 And rejoice with exceeding joy. 
 
 It may come in another fashion 
 
 Than ever I pictured its ray, — 
 It may rise o'er the dull, cold, mountain 
 
 Like the dawn of a summer's day ; 
 It may come in the lightning's flashing 
 
 Or loud as a thunder blast : 
 But the Lord who is strong in battle, 
 
 Will answer my prayer at last. 
 
 Thou hast spoken and Thou wilt do it, — 
 I will tarry in hope and see : 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIEIT. 
 
 For none ever walked in darkness 
 And waited in vain for Thee. 
 
 I know that my prayer will be granted, 
 The Lord never comes too late ; 
 
 And the soul that trusts Him fully 
 Shall never be desolate. 
 
 It may come when my dust lies sleeping 
 
 Awaiting my Saviour's call ; 
 But my last prayer, safe in His keeping. 
 
 Shall shine there fairest of all. 
 It may come when the enemy scoffeth, — 
 
 But I will believe Thee, Lord, 
 For they who dwell in Thy presence. 
 
 May take their rest on thy word. 
 
 My star, — nay, Thy star, my Master ! 
 
 To shine in thy crown so fair, — 
 This is my hope in my sadness. 
 
 This is the strength of my prayer. 
 Thou workest in signs and wonders, — 
 
 Thy promise shall cheer me again : 
 Long have I waited for Thee Lord, 
 
 None ever waited in vain. 
 
 I will stand alone on my watch-tower 
 
 If so I may do Thy will, — 
 Keep me to watch for my star-rise, 
 
 If it please Thee, keep me there still ! 
 
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 Thou wilt answer my prayer for Thy glory, 
 Master beloved, Thou wilt bless ! 
 
 And quicken my heart in Thy praises 
 To tell of Thy faithfulness. 
 
 A Marfiagfe Hymn. 
 
 BY AUTIIOK OF " SCHOMBURG COTTA FAMILY.'' 
 
 Erom henceforth " No more twain but one," 
 Yet ever one, through being twain, 
 
 As self is ever lost and won 
 
 Through love's own ceaseless loss and gain ; 
 
 And both their full perfections reach, 
 Each growing the full self through each. 
 
 Two in all worship, glad and high, 
 
 All promises to praise and prayer, 
 ' Where two are gathered there am I." 
 Gone half the weight from all ye bear, 
 
 Gained twice the force for all ye do, — 
 The ceaseless, sacred, Church of ttvo. 
 
 One in all lowly ministry, 
 
 One in all priestly sacrifice, 
 Through love which makes all service free. 
 
 And finds or makes all gifts of price. 
 All love which made life rich before, 
 
 Through the great central love grown more. 
 
 And so together journeying on 
 To the great bridal of the Christ, 
 
 When all the life His love has won 
 To perfect love is sacrificed ; 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 87 
 
 And the new song beyond the Sun 
 
 Peals,—" Henceforth no more twain but One I 
 
 And in that perfect Marriage Day 
 
 All earth's lost love shall live once more ; 
 
 All lack and loss shall pass away ; 
 And all find all not found before,— 
 
 * Till all the worlds shall live and glow 
 In that great love's great overfloiu. 
 
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 Unity of the Spirit. 
 
 I am not with you in the flesh to-night 
 
 My friend beloved,— the distance lies between, 
 
 And days may come and days may take their flight ; 
 And every hour present a changing scene, 
 Still I am always near thee ! 
 
 Not face to face ; but in a higher sense 
 I dwell with you, beloved, all the days : 
 
 We both are folded in God's Providence,— 
 Our steps are ordered in His chosen ways : 
 Therefore I feel thee near me ! 
 
 My heart is thine, — I know thy heart is mine ; 
 
 Because we walk in God our lives are one. 
 Thus blended are we in the Life-divine, 
 
 We live and move and breathe in God alone : 
 Such blessed Unity ! 
 
 This is the portion of His saints e'en now,— 
 
 A unity obliterating space ; 
 Ko separation can our spirits know : 
 
 His cords of love our thoughts will interlace 
 Through all Eternity ! 
 
SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 
 
 ^'It Is All Over/' 
 
 Some day tliese words will bring no thrill of pain, 
 But rather wake a sweet triumphant strain, 
 When we, and ours, upon the crystal sea, 
 Sing the New Song, — each soul's Gethsemane 
 Will then be over. 
 
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