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THE KING’S BUSINESS TOMORROW
/" \H , the hurtful fret and worry Which we sometimes feel! In the world’s great press and hurry Comfort we may steal. When the heart is wrung with sorrow, Trust today! Heed not tomorrow! We our circumstances are blaming When affairs go wrong; But our Father doubt is shaming— “Trust .Me all along’’— Bidding us His comfort borrow: “Be not anxious for the morrow!” When the way is growing dreary, And the soul is sad; Think of Him who, often weary, Made all others glad— T HE Rev. E. P. Hammond, who has passed recently into his reward after a life spent in soul-winning, at a solemn revival service, was led to recite Tenny son’s “Charge of the Light Brigade,” which he had learned as a declamation while in college. As he began, a lady, not waiting for the application, went out, saying an- grily, I thought this was- an evangelistic meeting. At the close, Dr. Shaw severely censured him, saying, “I hope you will never use that in a sermon again. It is too dra matic.” He assured him that he had been much in prayer and hoped he was led of the spirit. Later, his wife, learning what he had done, said, “Why, Edward, I never knew you to do such a thing before, surely there was no gospel in that.” Worn with fatigue, he went away and had a good cry, and afterward, a sleepless night. Early the next morning a gentleman called, and said, “I was one of the six hundred” (in the Light Brigade) “who fought their way to the redoubt at Balaklava, and one of the thirty-six who came out alive. I have faced death in a hundred battles; but never till last night, when you repeated ‘The
Think of Him and comfort borrow. Trust today! Heed not tomorrow! When we reach the darkling river, And our feet shall press On. the borders of “For Ever,” Past the wilderness, Banish grief, away with sorrow! Soon will dawn the great tomorrow! When in glory thou art resting, Strike thy harp of gold, Foes no more thy peace molesting, Life’s short story told— Then no pain, and there no sorrow, But the great, the grand tomorrow! Charge of the Light Brigade,’ did I feel what a miserable, ungrateful sinner I was. Christ’s suffering and death came vividly before me, and the tears fell fast from my eyes. My wife, too, was bathed in tears. The same words showed her she must come to Christ, or be lost. When we reached home, we cried to God to forgive our sins. This morning we both woke happy. I could not wait for breakfast. I must come and thank you. I now see that my soul had indeed been brought I can never cease to thank you for repeat ing Tennyson’s ‘Charge of the Light Bri gade.’” At the morning service this man, Professor Godfrey, arose and told how the recital of the poem had been God’s instru ment to save him. Many were in tears. Dr. Shaw,. with much emotion, went and took Bro. Hammond by the hand, and said, “I beg your pardon. God’s ways are not our ways, nor are His thoughts our thoughts. May the Lord help each of us to give our selves up entirely to Him to be led by the Spirit.” ‘Through the jaws of death Back from the mouth of hell.’ — / . H. L. G.
HOW A BALAKLAVA HERO WAS WON
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