Take it, O Father, ere my courage fail, And merge it so into Thine own will, that e'en If in some desperate hour my cries prevail, And Thou give back my gift, it may have been So changed, so purified, so fair, have grown, So one with Thee, so filled with love divine, I may not know or feel it as my own, But gaining back my will, may find it Thine. * The crosses we fear are heavier than the crosses we bear. * * * WORRY OR PRAY? Worry? Why worry? What can worry do? It never keeps a trouble from overtak ing you. It gives you indigestion, and wakeful hours at night, And fills with gloom the days, how ever fair and bright. It puts a frown upon the' face, and sharpness in the tone, We're unfit to live with others, and unfit to live alone. Worry? Why worry? What can worry do? It never keeps a trouble from overtak ing you. Pray? Why pray? What can praying do? Praying really changes things, arranges life anew. It's good for your digestion, gives peaceful sleep at night, And fills the darkest, gloomiest days with rays of glowing light. It puts a smile upon your face, the love note in your tone. Makes you fit to live with others, and fit to live alone. Pray? Why pray? What can praying do? It brings God down from Heaven, to live and work with you! * It does not take great men to do great things. It only takes dedicated men. 19 * * * *
One day at a time— but the day is so long, And the heart is not brave, and the soul is not strong, 0 Thou wonderful Christ, be Thou near all the way; Give courage and patience and strength Swift cometh His answer, so clear and so sweet; "Yea, I will be with thee, thy troubles to meet; 1 will not forget thee, not fail thee, nor grieve; I will not forsake thee; I never will leave." Not yesterday's load we are called on to bear, Nor the morrow's uncertain and shad owy care; Why should we look forward or back with dismay? Our needs, as our mercies, are but for the day. One day at a time, and the day is His day; He hath numbered its hours, though they haste or delay. His grace is sufficient; we walk not alone; As the day, so the strength that He giveth His own. — Annie Johnson Flint * There's just one thing about rules for success, they don't work unless we do. * * * Conceit Is a queer disease which makes everyone else sick except the fellow who has it. * * * LAID ON THE ALTAR Laid on thine altar, O my Lord divine, Accept my gift this day, for Jesus' sake, I have no jewels to adorn Thy shrine. Nor any world-famed sacrifice to make; But here I bring within my trembling hands, This will of mine, a thing that seemeth small, Yet Thou alone, O Lord, canst under stand How when I yield Thee this, I yield mine all. * *
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