are bright with praise, and some
Sweet with accepted pain.
I love thy will, O God!
O hear my earnest plea,
That as thy will is done in heaven
It may be done in me!
--Bessie Pegg MacLaughlin.
Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small;
Though with patience he stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
--Tr. by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
DAILY BREAD
I pray, with meek hands on my breast,
"Thy will be done, thy kingdom come,"
But shouldst thou call my dear ones home
Should I still say, "'Tis best;
Thy will be done"?
I cannot tell. I probe my heart
With sharpest instruments of pain,
And listen if the sweet refrain
Still wells up through the smart--
"Thy will be done!"
I cannot tell. I yield the quest,
Content if only day by day
My God shall give me grace to say,
"Father, thou knowest best;
Thy will be done!"
He gives no strength for coming ill,
Until its advent. Then he rolls
His love in on his waiting souls,
Sure of their sweet "Thy will,
Thy will be done!"
"Give us this day our daily bread"--
So prayed the Christ, and so will I;
Father, my daily bread supply,
Or, if I go unfed,
"Thy will be done!"
--Caroline Atherton Mason.
APPROACHES
When thou turnest away from ill
Christ is this side of thy hill.
When thou turnest towards good
Christ is walking in thy wood.
When thy heart says, "Father, pardon!"
Then the Lord is in thy garden.
When stern duty wakes to watch
Then his hand is on the latch.
But when hope thy song doth rouse
Then the Lord is in the house.
When to love is all thy wit
Christ doth at thy table sit.
When God's will is thy heart's pole
Then is Christ thy very soul.
--George Macdonald.
SUBMISSION
But that thou art my wisdom, Lord,
And both mine eyes are thine.
My mind would be extremely stirred
For missing my design.
Were it not better to bestow
Some place and power on me?
Then should thy praises with me grow,
And share in my degree.
But when I thus dispute and grieve
I do resume my sight;
And, pilfering what I once did give,
Disseize thee of thy right.
How know I, if thou sh
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