THE KING’S BUSINESS 391 even the severest of them, are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed some day in those who thus suffer (Rom..8:18). Every Chris tian who suffers, even those who suffer the most appalling agonies and bereave ments, some day, in the clear light of the world which is to come, will look back upon these things and thank God that they .were ever granted the great privi lege of suffering them. These things that are going on today are no indication that the Bible is not true and that the God of the Bible does not exist, or that He does not work in the way the Bible says He does, they are simply an added proof of the exact truthfulness of the Word of God. God is letting men see how utterly shallow and untrue is the “ optimism” of the world which has been so paraded in the literature of our day, and.how the optimism that has a real foundation is that larger and better optimism of the Word of God, founded, not upon belief in the divinity of man, but belief in the grace of God which is to find its consummation in the return of His Son, and the triumph of love and truth and righteousness that will result from His return. -------------- O - — ------- S I S T E R S T H R E E I Cor. 13:13. R.V.
By CAMPBELL COYLE
F A ITH , shackled and imprisoned waits The swinging wide o f iron gates. She sees the gloom, and feels the scorn That fills the earth since sin was born. She hears the tumult and the rage O f men at war from age to age. But patient, calm, her brow serene, Unmoved by all that’s low and mean, .Her eyes look on and on and on To where the hill tops glimpse the dawn. Hope, singing, leads on day by day, T o where some sharp bend in the way Will spread before her longing eyes A vision clear o f cloudless skies. Though rough the road, the journey long, She murmurs not, but sings her song, And bears her burden up the hill With resolute, unbending will. If sometimes held by prison bars, She gazes through on sun and stars.
Love walks along the dreary road, And helps the weary bear their load. She sits beside the couch o f pain, And seeks to lure health back again. She feeds the poor, and calms the fears O f those whose lives are drenched with tears. She goes where there is sin and care, And plants the sweetest roses there. No questions asked, she toils away To conquer grief, and pain allay. Faith, Hope and Love, sweet sisters, three, Come share my humble home with me. Sit by my hearth, and counsel give As how ’tis best for me to live. Let not blind Doubt, nor sad Despair Come in to occupy a chair. Drive out the gloom, let in the light, Heroic keep me in the fight, And help me sing my cheerful song, Despite the prevalence of wrong.
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