March 12

His servants shall serve Him, and they shall see His face.

LORD, a happy child of Thine, Patient through the love of Thee,

In the light, the life divine, Lives and walks at liberty.

Leaning on Thy tender care, Thou hast led my soul aright;

Fervent was my morning prayer, Joyful is my song to-night.

O my Saviour, Guardian true, All my life is Thine to keep;

At Thy feet my work I do, In Thy arms I fall asleep.

A. L. WARING

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13 March Morn

Ye shall indeed drink of the cup that I drink of, and with the baptism that I am baptized withal shall ye be baptized.

THEY preach of a great Vicarious Anguish suffered for the world. Do they not know, rather, that it was suffered in and with it? that it was instead an Infinite Participance and Sympathy? that the anguish was in the world, and the Love came down, and tasted, and identified itself with it, making of the ultimate of pain a sublime, mysterious Rapture? That it is far more to feel the upholding touch of One who goes down into the deep waters before us, and to receive, so, some little drops that we can bear of the great Chrism, than to stand apart, safe on the sunny bank, while He passeth the flood for us, bringing it safely for our uncleansed feet for ever. That—not this—was the Pity and the Sacrifice; that is the Help and the Salvation; the Love and the Pain enfold us together; that is what the jasper and the crimson mean; the first refraction where the Divine Light falls into our denser medium of being; the foundation stone of the heavenly building. The beginning of the At-one-ment; till, through . . . the tenderer, peace-fuller tints, our life passes the whole prism of its mysterious experience, and beyond the far-off violet, at last, it rarifies to receive and to transmit the full white Light of God.

A. D. T. WHITNEY God.

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