September 12 Faith triumphs in trial. Unto thee, O Lord, will I sing.
Faith pulls the black mask from the face of trouble, and discovers the angel beneath.
There is a subject for song even in the judgments of God towards us. Faith discerns love gleaming like a jewel on the breast of an angry God. So Faith rides forth on the black horse, conquering and to conquer, trampling down carnal reason and fleshly sense, and chanting notes of victory amid the thickest of the fray. But, exulting, cry, it led me To my blessed Saviour's seat. From Charles H. Spurgeon's Morning and Evening .