Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1881-04-06
Hid.
Rock OF ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself In thee.


Reckoning me to come and take a seat
close beside her, Mrs. Everly went on to tell
me what good day she had been having,
though no one knew that any of her days
were ever anything else but good days. But
she had been thinking, since family prayers
in the morning, when the parable Of leaven
hid in the meal was read, Of the words,
=" Hid in three measures Of meal, till the
whole was leavened." "Why," she exclaimed
in Joyous earnestness, "if / was preacher
would only want one word for my text HID"
Now it happened that DIR. Golden was sit
ting Just on the other side of where l had
been, listening, and had heard every word,
but as / looked up and caught his eye he only
smiled, but the text was lodged in his heart,
and in the morning as he went TO his study
and looked over that part of the sermon
which he had written the day before, he saw
much of self in it, much Of desire TO please
men, even those whom he knew were not
following God closely. His place was a
prominent one His church was large, but
now that the week of prayer was past, all
seemed too busy, with offices and merchan-
disc, to think of unsaved souls. The pastor
himself had almost concluded that he would
now finish that lecture, the writing of which
was interfered with by the revival of last
winter. But now he saw that this would
be to make himself more prominent, and not
to leaven the mass of worldliness about him.
There must be power somewhere to effect
this, but he knew that it was not human
might or power that would avail. Then
came the cry from his soul, Hide me, o
my Saviour, hide" And when the Sabbath
came and he stood before his people, they
forgot to note his appearance. The story he
told seemed new one, Christ crucified
seemed to stand before them, crying to those
who found only WEAKNESS in the world,
"Come unto me and / will give you rest !"
saying to the doubling, "Look, handle me,
and be not faithless, but believing" And
one who had found the way of the trans
gressor hard heard him saying, "Thy sins,
which are many, are many are all forgiven"
Mrs. Everly rejoiced over the token of an
swered prayer, and the most joyous note of
her song still was Hid, hid" True, no one
thought of counting her in when the select
ones were sought who compose the /" best
society" in Solon. She was only little
mother, who went on quietly from day to
| day discharging household duties. But she
always found time for the prayer meeting,
and she never seemed to know whether il
stormed or not. The sun that governed her
life was in her soul, not in the sky above her
She was hid in Jesus, who is the light oi
the world, and his light shining through hel
reached many lost one Her cheerful face
her daily walk, went further to convince
them of the reality of religion than many 6
logical argument, and so the leaven of right
eousness worked in the meal of worldlines
with which she came in contact. Her hus
band was not cast in the same mould. Hi
Bible was not dust-covered. Some of it
leaves were much worn in his attempts t,
find out who Noahs carpenters were ant
whether, after all, they had not fitted up
spare room for themselves in the ark. II
be sure, his proof seemed to rest in larg
measure upon the Greek meaning of som
unpronounceable names in the Pentateuch
but his series of articles were almost ready
which he intended should be published il
the great Inter Weekly, and then how peopl
would be astonished that such light ha
peen 80 long niddenl lie would JON y
when the rest sang, 81 Let me hide myself i
Thee" but his thought would rest in tn
passage about the women's keeping silenc
in the churches, and all the while the NEE
: woman at his side was speaking volumes t
those about her, Just by letting Jesus shin
through her, not That she had no words fc
her master, but she listened to hear his voic
before she spoke. Others might sing,
Oh, to be nothing, nothing,
Only to lie at his feet.
with countenance that seemed full of fes
and pain, this crushing would hurt so Br
Mrs. Everly could not find song more flu
of comfort. "Only to lie at his feet -
"only why, right there flows the life-gi'
. ing fountain, and he will wash me, and the
use me. His chosen vessel, o, what Joy J.
Christian al Work.