, 1890-11-27
GOLDEN THOUGHTS.

rEoHh SIN pc Uhily iIceu.
Each day let Thy supporting might
| My weakness still embraCei
My darkness vanish in Thy Light
Thy life my death eilace.
In Thy bright beams which on mo fall
Fade every evil thought;
That | am nothing, Thou art all,
would be daily taught.
Mako this poor self grow less and less;
lie Thou my life and AIM
oh, make nc daily, through Thy grace,
More worthy OF Thy name.
Daily moro flied with Thee my heart,
Daily from self more free;
Thou, to whom prayer did strength Inn
part,
Oh, my prayer hearer bel
Let faith in Thee and in Thy might
My every motive move,
Be Thou alone my souls delight,
My passion and my love.
Anonymous.
Tuesday y---AIl love Is worship OF
| the Infinite; what Is called mans
love for himself IL not love; II is but
II phantnstlc resemblance of love. II
all love be not n creation, as | think
1t is-it Is at least the only thing in
harmony with creation; and the
love of ones self Is Its absolute OPP
posito. / sickened at the sight of
myself. The same instant | saw
the one escape must offer 1t back
to It's source-commlt 1t to him who
made it.-George Macdonald.
Wednesday,
Jesus my Shepherd, Husband. Friend,
My Prophet, Priest and King.
My Lord my life, my way, my end
Accept the praise | bring,
Weak is the offer of my heart
And cold my warnest thought;
But when / see Thee as Thou art
I'll praise Thee ns ! ought.
Till then | would Thy love proclaim
With every ileetinB breath;
And may the music of Thy name
Refresh my soul In death.
Anonymous.
Thursday-When therefore, the
ure will the public heart bo filled?
churches and all religion must make
happy some corner, or else the CEN
tral part of this pleasure-seeking
soul. There can be no beauty In art
or nature that can equal the moral
beauty of Christ, and there can be
no peace in "A summer sunset that
can equal the peace of God. To fill
its portion of the human heart the
church must, no doubt, change
many of its doctrines und customs
and meet an enriched learning and
art with parallel richness of re-
ligion. Each age clamors for Its
own food. 1t sings:
Give me new times, bright with increas-
In place of old, tear otted, burdcned
days.
hold sunlit present far more dear
And worthy ofmy praise.
When the old creeds are thrcadbnre and
worn through,
Or all too narrow for the broadening
soul,
Give me the fine, firm texture OF the
new,
Fair, beautiful and whole.
Professor David Swing.
Friday
lis weary watching wave on wave,
And yet the tide hoavcs onward;
We build, ike corals, grave and grave,
But pave pathway sunward.
We are beaten back in many a fray,
Bat newer strength we borrow;
And where the vanguard rests to-day
The rear shall camp Tomorrow.
Anonymous,
Saturday-If you saw me wholly
you would not, think, feel as you
do; for you would recognize the force
that regulates my life, and tempcrs
the ardor with AN eventual calm
ness. You would see, too, that the
more | take my flight in poctical
enthusiasm, the stronger materials |
bring back. Certainly / am nowise
an angel, but neither am | an ut
terly weak woman, and far less IA
cold intellect. God Is rarely afar
off. Exquisite nature is all around.
Life affords vicissittldes enough to
try the energies of the human will.
can pray, / can act, | can learn, |
can constantly immerse myself in
Divine beauty. But L also need to
love my icllow-men, and to meet
the responsive glance of my spiritual
Observation-Disclosures Fuller Ossoll.