December 29

As for thee, the Lord thy God hath not suffered thee so to do.—DEUT. xviii, 14.

Chant we the paeans of sweet songs unsung; Laud we the deeds left, for right's sake, undone; Some failures are triumphs, when motives are weighed, Our heroes have laurels that never shall fade; Common their fates were, and unknown they died, Yet each was a martyr, with hopes crucified.

EDITH K. PERRY.

Perhaps when the light of heaven shows us clearly the pitfalls and dangers of the earth-road that led us to the holy city, our sweetest songs of gratitude will be, not for the troubles we have conquered, but for those we have escaped.

AMELIA E. BARR.

You are surprised at your imperfections. Why? I should infer from that that your self-knowledge is small. Surely, you might rather be astonished that you do not fall into more frequent and more grievous faults, and thank God for His upholding grace.

JEAN NICOLAS GROU.

We give thanks often with a tearful, doubtful voice, for our spiritual mercies positive; but what an almost infinite field there is for mercies negative! We cannot even imagine all that God has suffered us not to do, not to be.

FRANCES R. HAVERGAL.

We ought to thank God daily for the sin we have not committed.

F. W. FABER.