DEVOTIONAL COLUMN.

Horowhenua Chronicle, 17 November 1934, Page 6

DEVOTIONAL COLUMN.

Precept. Fervent in spirit, serving the Lord. Rom. 12. 11. promise. He shall sustain thee. Ps. 55. 22. Prayer. O my God, I trust in Thee .... on Thee do I wait all day. Ps. 25. 2 5. Yea, the Almighty shall be thy defence . . . then shalt thou have thy delight in the Almighty, and shalt lift up thy face unto- (God. Job. xxii. 25, 26. Oh, may each heart accept The entrance of Thy power, And take Thee hence for sure defence And help in evil hour. "HE LOVED ME." Three little sunbeams gilding- all I see, Three little chords, each full of melody, Three little leaves, balm for my agony. "WHO" He loved me, the Father's only Son, He gave himself, the precious spotless One, He shed His blood, and then the work was done. "LOVED" He loved, not merely pitied, Here I rest Sorrow may come —I to His heart am pressed. What should I fear while sheltered on .His breast. "ME." Wonder of wonders —Jesus loved me, A wretch —lost, ruined —sunk in misery. He sought me —found me —raised me — set me free! My soul, the order of the words approve,' Christ first —me last —nothing between but love; Lord, keep me always down, Thyself above. Trusting to thee, not struggling restlessly, So shall I daily gain the Victory; !__<<yet hot I, but Christ"—Who loved me! 1 AN EXPIRING SUNDAY. They are killing our Sunday of long ago, The good old Sunday we used to know; The day of quiet, when everywhere The spirit of peace pervaded the air, And the whole world, wearing its Sunday best, Sat down by the roadside of life to rest. They are killing our Sunday, not with a blow To end it suddenly, but sure and slow, As they did the martyrs, who suffered shame , On the wheel and the rack and in the Home. They are killing our Sunday, and when it is dead, When the last, last drop of its blood is shed, And its spirit has gone froin the knowledge of men In their world-weary struggle for pleasure—what then? —W. J. Lampton in the New York Sun. JEHOVAH-JIREH. The angel calls to Abraham, and shows him another sacrifice, just .when his hand was ready to give the fatal stroke to Isaa« (Gen. 22:10-11). ■■. A well of water is discovered to Hagar just when she has left the child, as not able to see tis death. (Gen. 21: 16-19). . How remarkable was the tidings brought to Saul, that the Philistines had invaded the land, just as he was ready to grasp the prey (1 Sam. 23: 26-28). Rabshakeh meets with a blasting providence, hears a rumour that frustrated his design, just when ready to give the shock against Jerusalem (Isaiah 37:7-8)..

So when Hamaa's plot against the Jews was ripe, and all things ready for execution, "On that night could not the king sleep" (Esther 6:1). When the horns are ready to gore Judah, immediately carpenters are*prepared to fray them awav (Zech. 1: 1821).

Dr. Tate and his wife, in the Irish rebellion, flying through the wood with a. suckling child, which was just ready to expire; the mother, going to rest it upon a lock, put her hand upon ? bottle of warm milk, by which it was preserved.

A woman, from- whose mouth I received it, being driven to a great ex[tremity, all supplies failing, was exceedingly "plunged into unbelieving | doubts and fears, not seeing whence supplies should come; when, lo! in the nick of time, turning upon a piece of gold, which supplied her present wants till God opened another door of supply. If these things fall out casually, how is it that they observe' the very juncture of time so exactly? This is become proverbial in Scripture. -.-, '' In the mount of the Lord it shall be seen. (Gen. 22:14). —Flavel. COURAGE. To fear, and-yet that others may not quail To know your weakness, hide from sight your fears; To lose one's self in all the world of living, To find one's self and give of that self's best; To work against fatigue and dire disaster.

And never cry aloud for need of rest; To know that danger threatens, yet to carry A.n outward calm to face the trouble through, Drawing for strength upon the Source God-given— Tliuirshall Life's lamp burn true. We ate called to a life of holiness or 'sanctificatio'n, and we arc kept in that life by Jesus Christ. Let us ever keep before us the wondrous vocation which is ours, and lot us not be so occupied •with the things of this world that the vocation loses its sense of sacredness for us. The only cure for the luke-wavmness, worldliness and self-satisfaction in the Church, and in the individual, is to admit to our hearts the personal, loving, living Lord of Calvary, Who, with thorn-crowned brow, stands outside knocking. He Whom we admit as Guest, then becomes Host, taking possession of every corner of heart and life, and ministering to our every need.