April 10

For the Lord shall be thy confidence.—PROV. iii, 26.

Altho' the vine its fruit deny,

The budding fig-tree droop and die,

No oil the olive yield;

Yet will I trust me in my God,

Yea, bend rejoicing to His rod,

And by His grace be healed.

In God my strength, howe'er distrest,

I yet will hope, and calmly rest,

Nay, triumph in His love;

My lingering soul, my tardy feet,

Free as the hind He makes, and fleet,

To speed my course above.

Trust Him; trust Him about every one and everything, for all times and all needs; earth and heaven, the conquest of sin, the growth of holiness, the cross that chafes, the grace that stirs. To trust God glorifies and honors Him.

THOROLD.

Confidence is the secret of strength.

MONAD.