January 13

Let Him do to me as seemeth good unto Him.— II SAM. xv, 26.

Christ never asks of us such heavy labor As leaves no time for resting at His feet; The waiting attitude of expectation He oftimes counts a service most complete.

He sometimes wants our ear—our rapt attention, That He some sweetest secret may impart. 'Tis always in the time of deepest stillness That heart finds deepest fellowship with heart.

We sometimes wonder why our Lord doth place us Within a sphere so narrow, so obscure, That nothing we call work can find an entrance; There's only room to suffer—to endure!

Well, God loves patience! Souls that dwell in stillness, Doing the little things, or resting quite, May just as perfectly fulfill their mission, Be just as useful in the Father's sight,

As they who grapple with some giant evil, Clearing a path that every eye may see; Our Saviour cares for cheerful acquiescence, Rather than for a busy ministry.

Then seek to please Him, whatsoever He bids thee, Whether to do, to suffer, or lie still; 'Twill matter little by what path He led us, If in it all we sought to do His will.

Let God do with me what He will; anything He will; whatever it be, it will be either heaven itself or some beginning of it.

WM. MOUNTFORD.