November 27

"His kingdom ruleth over all."—Psalms 103:19.

OVER all, my soul. Hearken to the victorious organ-music of God's All, and thy sighing will flee away.

Over all the needs of the body. He will not suffer thee to want. Behind the appearance of things He is at work. I see Him, one grey morning in Galilee, bringing the fishes to the disheartened men. This November morning He is still the same.

Over all hindrances, too, in doing His work. He will not allow thee to be hampered by the narrowness of thy sphere, and the limitations of thy knowledge, and the smallness of thy means. I see Him, in Jerusalem, opening the iron gate that His disciple may go free. He is as mighty yet.

Over all the tempests in thy life. There are storms of mental doubt, and storms of practical perplexity, and storms of affliction, and storms of temptation. But I see Him, on the lake, calming the wild weather. To-day blasts and billows are obedient to His word.

Over all seasons of loneliness, also. Thou hast to taste alienation and misunderstanding for righteousness' sake. Thou hast sometimes to look out into a darkness where God Himself seems gone. But I see Him, in the upper room, showing Thomas His hands and His side. And thus He blesses thee.

And over all the mystery of death. Death is a portion of His dominion, and there thou art still within the borders of the pleasant land He careth for. I see Him, from Olivet, ascend to His Father and thy Father. And He means thee to share in His ascension.

Therefore, in bright days and dark, in summer and winter, in life and death, bless the Lord, O my soul.