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e is not gone; God's angel soon this stone Shall roll aside. Yea, death shall not abide! Earth's anguish, too, shall go, O then be strong, my soul! When sorrows o'er thee roll Be still, and know 'Tis God's will worketh so. Dear Lord and God, incline Thine ear unto my call! O grant me that in all, This will of mine May still be one with thine! Teach me to answer still, Whate'er my lot may be, To all thou sendest me, Of good or ill; "All goeth as God will." --Alice Williams. THE SHADOW OF THE GREAT ROCK Sweet is the solace of thy love, My heavenly Friend, to me, While through the hidden way of faith I journey home with thee, Learning by quiet thankfulness As a dear child to be. Though from the shadow of thy peace My feet would often stray, Thy mercy follows all my steps, And will not turn away; Yea, thou wilt comfort me at last As none beneath thee may. No other comforter I need If thou, O Lord, be mine; Thy rod will bring my spirit low, Thy fire my heart refine, And cause me pain that none may feel By other love than thine. Then in the secret of my soul, Though hosts my peace invade, Though through a waste and weary land My lonely way be made, Thou, even thou, wilt comfort me; I need not be afraid. O there is nothing in the world To weigh against thy will; Even the dark times I dread the most Thy covenant fulfill; And when the pleasant morning dawns I find thee with me still. Still in the solitary place I would awhile abide. Till with the solace of thy love My soul is satisfied, And all my hopes of happiness Stay calmly at thy side. On thy compassion I repose In weakness and distress; I will not ask for greater ease Lest I should love thee less, It is a blessed thing for me To need thy tenderness. --Anna Letitia Waring. RABIA There was of old a Moslem saint Named Rabia. On her bed she lay Pale, sick, but uttered no complaint. "Send for the holy men to pray." And two were sent. The first drew near: "The prayers of no man are sincere Who does not bow beneath the rod, And bear the chastening strokes of God." Whereto t
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