he divinely
heroic. Songs sung in the stillness of the evening over the baby's
cradle have ever been the mother's consecration for all her sacrifice.
Hymns bring back hallowed memories; a strain of song will touch a chord
no syllogism could sound; the simple words of an old hymn bring comfort
and new hope to hearts broken and crushed.

We may not all make sermons, but we can all sing songs. To make the
good singer there is needed not the artist but the heart. Sing away
the gloom; sing in the gratitude, the joy, and love, and strength; sing
in the courage, the aspiration and hope. Men may reject our sermons,
but they will rejoice in our songs, for they are theirs also. The
creeds change, but the old hymns stand.

Store your memory with the songs that time has tried. The thoughts
that were meat and strength to others shall be your bread in desert
days, your light in darkness. Praise God by a life of happy praise.

XX

Does He Care?

_The One at The Helm_
_The Shepherd and The Sheep_
_The Father's Care_

_Faith's fervour is more than effervescence._

_The lights of the world are not advertising signs._

_Sow the sand and you reap only cinders in your eyes._

_No man ever broke his back under his brother's burden._

_The fear of reputation is often taken for the love of righteousness._

_You cannot cure your sorrows by taking them out in a wheel chair._

_A niggardly purse in the pocket becomes a thorn in the side._

_Tears over yesterday's broken toys blind us to today's treasures._

_Things do not prove themselves sacred by segregating themselves from
secular concerns._

_Heaven intrusts no great cargo to the vessel that spreads its sails to
every wind that blows._

_When a man is getting fat out of the fall of others he is sure to be a
warm advocate of their right to be free to fall._

_Many a man will be surprised when he gets to heaven to find how large
a place his little kindly deeds occupy in its history._

XX

THE ONE AT THE HELM

Danger tears away our disguises. In hours of peril the true man
appears, and at such times, if ever, the man speaks the truth. Fearing
the boat was sinking, the disciples had little thought of the dignity
or the divinity of the one who lay asleep in the helmsman's place.
Rudely they awaken Him with their indignant cries, wondering why one
who had spoken such wondrous words before seems indifferent now to
their danger. "Carest Thou not th