November 8

The chariots of God are twenty thousand, even thousands of angels: the Lord is among them.

LORD of the howling wastes of life, Where evils watch for prey,

And many a sacred gleam of good In shadow dies away,

Borne on by Thee in paths unknown,

Well may we trust Thy hand alone,

And suffer angels of Thy own To shield us as they may.

Revealer of a heaven encamped

Where'er Thy servants go,

By ministries of love to each,

That none beside may know,—

By wings at many a pass outspread,

By winning joy and warning dread,

We learn the word which Thou hast said,

The truth which Thou wilt show.

A. L.

WARING

SILENCE