r mysteries untwining;
The promise-roll is all my own,
_Thy word_ is enough for me.

The human heart asks love. But now I know
That my heart hath from Thee
All real, and full, and marvelous affection
So near, so human! yet Divine perfection
Thrills gloriously the mighty glow!
_Thy love_ is enough for me.

There were strange soul depths, restless, vast and broad
Unfathomed as the sea.
An infinite craving for some infinite stilling;
But now Thy perfect love is perfect filling!
Lord Jesus Christ, my Lord, my God,
Thou, thou art enough for me!

--Frances Ridley Havergal.

FULLY CONTENT

I know not, and I would not know,
Content, I leave it all with Thee;
'Tis ever best it should be so;
As thou wilt have it let it be.

But this I know: that every day
And every step for me is planned;
I surely cannot lose the Way
While He is holding fast my hand.

And surely, whatsoe'er betide,
I never shall be left alone:
Thou standest ever by my side;
To thee my future all is known.

And wheresoe'er my lot may fall
The way before is marked by Thee;
The windings of my life are all
Unfoldings of thy Love to me.

What matter will it be, O mortal man, when thou art dying,
Whether upon a throne or on the bare earth thou art lying?

--From the Persian.

CONTENT WITH ALL

Content that God's decree
Should order all for thee.
Content with sickness or with health--
Content with poverty or wealth--
Content to walk in humble guise,
And as He wills it sink or rise.

Content to live alone
And call no place thine own.
No sweet reunions day by day.
Thy kindred spirits far away.
And, since God wills to have it so,
Thou wouldst not change for weal or woe.

Content that others rise
Before thy very eyes.
How bright their lot and portion here!
Wealth fills their coffers--friends are near.
Behold their mansions tall and fair!
The timbrel and the dance are there.

Content to toil or rest--
God's peace within thy breast--
To feel thy times are in His hand
Who holds all worlds in his command--
Thy time to laugh--thy time to sigh--
Thy time to live--thy time to die.

And is it so indeed
Thou art with God agreed?
Content 'mid all the ills of life?
Fa