[Songs in the Night - September 25]
I wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait, and in his Word do I hope.
My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning. Psalm 130:5, 6
IN EVERY experience of sorrow and distress, and
when the strain of the jarring discords and the stinging
vexations and wounds that make the heart bleed,
threaten to overwhelm the spirit, let the child of God
remember that he "knows, and loves, and cares," and
that his ministering angel is ever near us, and that no
trial will be permitted to be too severe.
The dear Master
is standing by the crucible, and the furnace heat
will never be permitted to grow so intense that the
precious gold of our characters shall be destroyed, or
even injured.
Ah no! If by his grace the experiences
may not work for our good they shall be turned aside.
He loves us too well to permit any needless sorrow, any
needless suffering. Z'15-345 R5802:6 (Hymn 12)