October 3

Let, I pray Thee, Thy merciful kindness be for my comfort, according to Thy word unto Thy servant.— Ps. cxix, 76.

Ye people, pour out your heart before Him: God is a refuge for us.—Ps. lxii, 8.

O friends! if the greater burdens

His love can make so light.

Why should His wonderful goodness

Our halting credence slight?

The little sharp vexations.

And the briars that catch and fret,

Shall we not take them to the Helper

Who has never failed us yet?

Tell Him about the heartache,

And tell Him the longings, too:

Tell Him the baffled purpose,

When we scarce knew what to do.

Then leaving all our weakness

With the One divinely strong,

Forget that we bore the burden,

And carry away the song.

MARGARET E. SANGSTER.

Whatsoever it is that presses thee, go tell thy Father; put over the matter into His hand, and so thou shalt be freed from that dividing, perplexing care that the world is full of. When thou art either to do or suffer anything, when thou art about any purpose or business, go tell God of it, and acquaint Him with it; yea, burden Him with it, and thou hast done for matter of caring; no more care, but quiet, sweet diligence in thy duty, and dependence on Him for the carriage of thy matters. Roll thy cares, and thyself with them, as one burden, all on thy God.

R. LEIGHTON.