cruel God likewise.
If God be just, as He is, then He has boundless pity for those who are
weak, but boundless wrath for the strong who misuse the weak. Boundless
pity for those who are ignorant, misled, and out of the right way; but
boundless wrath for those who mislead them and put them out of the right
way.

_Discipline Sermons_. 1867.

The Fifty-First Psalm. January 22.

It is such utterances as these which have given for now many hundred
years their priceless value to the little Book of Psalms ascribed to the
shepherd outlaw of the Judean hills, which have sent the sound of his
name into all lands throughout all the world. Every form of human
sorrow, doubt, struggle, error, sin--the nun agonising in the cloister;
the settler struggling for his life in Transatlantic forests; the pauper
shivering over the embers in his hovel and waiting for kind death; the
man of business striving to keep his honour pure amid the temptations of
commerce; the prodigal son starving in the far country and recollecting
the words which he learnt long ago at his mother's knee; the peasant boy
trudging afield in the chill dawn and remembering that the Lord is his
Shepherd, therefore he will not want--all shapes of humanity have found,
and will find to the end of time, a word said here to their inmost
hearts. . . .

_Sermons on David_. 1866.

Waiting for Death. January 23.

Death, beautiful, wise, kind Death, when will you come and tell me what I
want to know? I courted you once and many a time, brave old Death, only
to give rest to the weary. That was a coward's wish--and so you would
not come. . . . I was not worthy of you. And now I will not hunt you
any more, old Death. Do you bide your time, and I mine. . . . Only when
you come, give me not rest but work. Give work to the idle, freedom to
the chained, sight to the blind!

_Two Years Ago_, chap. xv. 1856.

The One Refuge. January 24.

Safe! There is no safety but from God, and that comes by prayer and
faith.

_Hypatia_. 1852.

Future Identity. January 25.

I believe that the union of those who have loved here will in the next
world amount to perfect identity, that they will look back on the
expressions of affection here as mere meagre strugglings after and
approximation to the union which then will be perfect. Perfect!

_Letters and Memories_. 1842.

Friendship. January 26.

A friend once won need never be lost, if