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The rock beneath.

The Present, the Present is all thou hast
For thy sure possessing;
Like the patriarch's angel, hold it fast
Till it gives its blessing.

--John Greenleaf Whittier.

I am of sinfulness and sorrows full!
Thou art the Mighty, Great, and Merciful!
How should we not be friends, or thou not save
Me who bring naught to thee who all things gave?

--Edwin Arnold, from the Sanskrit.

MY GUIDE

I know not the way I am going,
But well do I know my Guide!
With a childlike trust do I give my hand
To the mighty Friend by my side;
And the only thing that I say to him,
As he takes it, is, "Hold it fast!
Suffer me not to lose the way,
And lead me home at last."

As when some helpless wanderer
Alone in some unknown land,
Tells the guide his destined place of rest,
And leaves all else in his hand;
'Tis home--'tis home that I wish to reach,
He who guides me may choose the way;
And little I care what path I take
When nearer home each day.

THE LORD'S PROVISION

In some way or other the Lord will provide;
It may not be _my_ way, it may not be _thy_ way;
And yet in his _own_ way, "The Lord will provide."

At some time or other the Lord will provide;
It may not be _my_ time, it may not be _thy_ time;
And yet in his _own_ time, "The Lord will provide."

Despond, then, no longer, the Lord will provide.
And this be the token--no word he hath spoken
Was ever yet broken: "The Lord will provide."

March on, then, right boldly; the sea shall divide;
The pathway made glorious, with shoutings victorious
We'll join in the chorus, "The Lord will provide."

--Mary Ann W. Cook.

It is faith,
The feeling that there's God. He reigns and rules
Out of this low world.

--Robert Browning.

FAITH IS THE VICTORY

Encamped along the hills of light,
Ye Christian soldiers, rise,
And press the battle ere the night
Shall veil the glowing skies;
Against the foe in vales below
Let all our strength be hurled;
Faith is the victory, we know,
That overcomes the world.

His banner over us is love,
Our sword the word of God;
We tread the road the saints above
With shouts of triumph trod;
By faith they, like a whirlwind's breath,