CXXVIII. THE FOLDED LAMB. Isaiah xl. 2. REST for the little sleeper! Joy for the ransom'd soul! Peace for the lonely weeper, Dark though the waters roll. Weep for the little sleeper; Mighty the conflict in her! How could she face the foe? Rugged the road before her, She could not climb the mountain; But the kind Shepherd found her, Laid her upon His breast, Folded His arms around her, He bore her up the mountain; Joy, for the little sleeper, Could there be sweeter balm ? As the dread hour came nearer, Though the heart's core was rung. Oh! what are earth's best pleasures, What all its joys and treasures, But the long wished-for token, Do not, then, droop in sadness, Yet shall thy loved one greet thee, Grieve not with hopeless sorrow, Peace, little loving sleeper, R. H. CXXIX. PSALM LXI. 2. THESE are overwhelming troubles—troubles which sweep over a man, just as the mighty waves of the ocean sweep over and submerge the sands. These are troubles which struggle with us, as it were, for life and death; troubles which would leave us helpless wrecks; troubles which enter into conflict with us in our prime, which grapple with us in our health and strength, and threaten to conquer us by sheer force, no matter how bravely we contend. Such trouble the Psalmist knew:— "When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I." It is not, however, in this class of trouble alone that we have need to take up the Psalmist's determination, and say, "I will cry unto Thee." There is but one refuge in trouble, small or great, and if we seek any other, we shall assuredly increase our distress; He who P is our refuge in the greater, will not refuse to be our refuge in the lesser also; the same love that will befriend us in the overwhelmings of trouble, will not cast us off in the time of perplexities and provocations. REV. P. B. POWER.-'I Wills' of the Psalms. CXXX. Go forth among those whom God has given to love you and to be beloved, and for every soul-thrilling glance, for every kindly sympathy and tender word, for all sweet counsel and precious unity, thank Him without whose love all earthly sympathies would have been but a name, all earthly tenderness would have been but as the foolishness of idolatry. Go back, in memory, to the days of "long ago;' recall the wind tempered to the shorn lamb; the strong wave of temptation breasted; the hurtful thing, to which your soul clung, removed out of your path; the right way. |