January 17

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters.—Ps. xxiii, 2.

But where the Shepherd leads His flock, They need not fear to tread;

His hand will guide, His arm sustain, And raise the drooping head,

Then when they cross the cold dark stream, He will the current stem,

And safely will they reach their home, Because "He leadeth" them.

E. A. L. KNIGHT.

Beside the still waters! O infinite peace!

When God leadeth me there, my troubles all cease; And my feet, by the thorns of life's wilderness torn, Are bathed in the dews that are wept by the morn.

Beside the still waters, shut in by God's hills, The exquisite sense of protection that fills My bosom is born of the perils o'erpast; As He led me at first, so He leads me at last!

W. C. RICHARDS.

Trust Him implicitly, submit to Him cheerfully, and you will find that all shall be well; that more grace will be given you; that the heavier the trial the larger will be the blessed measure of the strength. The Shepherd is leading you in the right way to His own blessed fold. Leave it all to Him.

ALEXANDER MCKENZIE.