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THE KING’S BUSINESS
T here is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the love its scholars need Pure eyes and loving hearts— The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that Book and show How God Himself is found. Thou who hast given me eye to see And love this sight so fair, Give me a heart to find out Thee And read Thee everywhere. I t is not what we have, but what we use, It is not what we see, but what we choose; These are the things that mar or bless, That bring us woe or happiness; The things near by,—not things afar, Not what we seem, but what we are; These are the things that make or break, That cause the heart its joy or ache. L ast eve I paused beside a blacksmith’s door, And heard his anvil ring the vesper chime; Then, looking in, I saw upon the floor Old hammers, worn with beating years of time. “How many anvils have you had?” said I, “To wear and batter all those hammers so?” “Just one,” the smith replied with twinkling eye— “The anvil wears the hammer out, you know.” And so, thought I, for ages God’s good Word The storm of skeptic blows has ever known; Yet though the stroke of sturdy blows is heard, The hammers gone the anvil brighter grows. — R. S. edited by S.
T his version of the twenty-third Psalm by Mrs. John R. Mott, appeared in “North- field Echoes” : “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.” I shall not want rest. “He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.” I shall not want drink. “He leadeth me beside the still waters.” I shall not want forgiveness. “He re- storeth my soul.” I shall not want guidance. “He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness, for his name’s sake.” I shall not want companionship. “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.” I shall riot want comfort. “Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.” I shall not want food. “Thou preparest a table before me in the presence ,of mine enemies.” I shall not want joy. “Thou anointest my head with oil.” I shall not want anything. .“My cup run neth over.” I shall not want anything in this life. “Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.” I shall not want anything in eternity. “And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”. O man , forgive thy mortal foe, Nor ever strike him blow for blow; For all the souls on .earth that live To be forgiven must forgive. Forgive him seventy times and seven; For all the blessed souls in heaven Are both forgivers and forgiven. —Alfred Tennyson.
3( h not mg Mori like a Ijammor, tfyat hreakftlf tifo rotk tn jnma. —In . 23 : 23 .
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