GO YE INTO A LL THE WORLD (John 21:6) How many millions, alien to grace, Will pass into a lost eternity, The while we fish in the accustomed place! Launch out, launch out into the far ther sea! The oft repeated message scarcely wakes The lazy listeners, who dose and nod While countless numbers perish— for whose sakes The Saviour died. Give them the Word of God! "For God so loved the world." Not just the few Who by good fortune have the chance to hear In quiet church and comfortable pew The story, week by week, and year by year. Christ's great commission is the sim ple call, "Go Ye." The Gospel is for all, for all. — Helen Frazee-Bower ROM AN S 8:28 All my griefs by Him are ordered. Needful is each one for me, Every tear by Him is counted, One too much there cannot be; And if when they fall so thickly, I can own His way is right, Then each bitter tear of anguish Precious is in Jesus' sight. Far too well my Saviour loved me To allow my life to be One calm, long unbroken summer, One unruffled, stormless sea; He would have me fondly nestling Closer to His loving breast, He would have that world seem brighter Where alone is perfect rest. Though His wise and loving purpose Once I could not clearly see, I believe with faith unshaken, All will work for good to me; Therefore when my way is gloomy, And my eyes with tears are dim, I will go to GOD, my Father, And will tell my griefs to Him.
M Y T IM ES ARE IN H IS HANDS M y times are in that mighty Hand That formed the earth, the moon and stars; That measured oceans, heaven spanned, And for the sea set doors* and bars. Why should I fear what man can do, When in that Hand I rest secure? In life, or death, 'twill bear me through There I have shelter, safe and sure. M y times are in my Father's hand How could I wish or ask for more? For He who, has my pathway planned, Will guide me till my journey's o'er. M y times are in my Saviour's hand, Nail-pierced upon the cross for me, And He will lead me to that land, Where I with Him shall ever be. — Margaret K. Fraser HE KEEPS THE KEY Is there some problem in your life to solve, Some passage seeming full of mys tery? God knows, who brings the hidden things to light. He keeps the key. Is there some door closed by the Fa ther's hand Which widely opened you had hoped to see? Trust God and wait— for when He shuts the door He keeps the key. Have patience with your God, your patient God, All wise, all knowing, no long tarrier He, And of the door of all thy future life He keeps the key. Unfailing comfort, sweet and blessed rest, To know of every door He keeps the key; That He at last when just He sees 'tis best, Will give it thee.
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