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rely know That all these things that tire me so Were noticed by my Lord. The pang that cuts me like a knife, The lesser pains of daily life, The noise, the weariness, the strife, What peace it would afford! I wonder if he really shares In all my little human cares, This mighty King of kings. If he who guides each blazing star Through realms of boundless space afar Without confusion, sound or jar, Stoops to these petty things. It seems to me, if sure of this, Blent with each ill would come such bliss That I might covet pain, And deem whatever brought to me The loving thought of Deity, And sense of Christ's sweet sympathy, No loss, but richest gain. Dear Lord, my heart hath not a doubt That thou dost compass me about With sympathy divine. The love for me once crucified Is not a love to leave my side, But waiteth ever to divide Each smallest care of mine. MOMENT BY MOMENT Never a trial that He is not there; Never a burden that He doth not bear; Never a sorrow that He doth not share. Moment by moment I'm under his care. Never a heartache, and never a groan, Never a tear-drop, and never a moan, Never a danger but there, on the throne, Moment by moment, He thinks of his own. Never a weakness that He doth not feel; Never a sickness that He cannot heal. Moment by moment, in woe or in weal, Jesus, my Saviour, abides with me still. --Daniel W. Whittle. There's a divinity that shapes our ends Rough-hew them how we will. --William Shakespeare. EVENING HYMN It is the evening hour, And thankfully, Father, thy weary child Has come to thee. I lean my aching head Upon thy breast, And there, and only there, I am at rest. Thou knowest all my life, Each petty sin, Nothing is hid from thee Without, within. All that I have or am Is wholly thine, So is my soul at peace, For thou art mine. To-morrow's dawn may find Me here, or there; It matters little, since thy love Is everywhere! THE BELIEVER'S HERITAGE No care can come where God doth guard; No ill befall whom he doth keep; In safety hid, of trouble rid, I lay me down in peace and sleep. I wholly love thy h
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