June 23

Let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus.

I PRAY for quietness to run The race appointed me to-day, Not lingering idly in the sun Nor hastening wildly on my way, Nor looking anxiously to see What all the coming days may be.

I have a promise safe and sure Of strength sufficient for my need, Of courage able to endure, Of food enough my want to feed; And all is promised day by day, And as the swift hours pass away.

In looking on too far, my fear May make my halting steps to fail; The morning fog is nowhere near, It only shrouds the distant vale; And gazing through that mist mine eye Unreal phantoms may descry.

But if I walk with quiet mind, And keep my restless spirit calm, Some happiness I'm sure to find, My ear shall catch some heavenly psalm; This message shall my Master leave, "That which is right thou shalt receive."

J. E. A. BROWN

DAILY CARES