Behold the lilies how they grow: They toil not neither do they spin; Yet kings in all their pomp and show Are not arrayed like one of them; Smiling and free in breezes sway, Yet clothed by heavenly hand are they. Meek lilies of the quiet fields, Your growth instruction to me yields. The One who clothes the lily fair And gives it tender, earnest care-- Will he not hear my fervent prayer? The One who notes the sparrow's fall-- Does he not love his creatures all? If he so clothes each tuft and tree And gives the birds such liberty, Will he not clothe and care for me? I no more can doubt or sorrow: God will care for me to-morrow. A merry heart is a continual feast. It is the will of God that you be always happy. If you are not contented with such things as you have, you would not be contented had you ever so much. Those who are always contented and happy are a most gracious contribution from God to a discontented world. This sin-darkened world is dotted here and there by beautiful Christian lives, which are to the world's weary wastes what the oasis is to the parched desert. The Christian has the blessed privilege of proving to a covetous, discontented world that man can by the grace of God he contented under the most adverse circumstances. Oftentimes people conclude that they would be happy if their surrounding circumstances were different. True happiness consists not so much in the environments, as in the dispositions of the heart. After a day of labor, what a pleasure it is to meet at home the warmth of hearts we love! After a life of toil, what will be the pleasure of meeting all the loved in heaven? I am told that the language of the Algonquin Indians of North America contained no word from which to translate the word _love_. When the English missionaries translated the Bible into that language they were obliged to coin a word for love. What must be a language without love? and what must be the heart! The Christian out upon life's sea can, by faith, hope, and love, weather the wildest storm that ever the winds of adversity blew. Hope is the anchor fastened to the eternal word of God; faith is the cable attached to the anchor hope. [Illustration: My pathway of life is now paved with peace, The flowers e'er bloom bright and gay; A halo of light is shed around me As I walk the beautiful way.] HAPPINESS OF LIFE. Down, down in the depths of infinite love, Filled with all the fulness of God, Joy's cup ev'ry moment filled from above, As adown life's pathway I trod. No sin sways its scepter over my soul, God's righteousness fills ev'ry part, His fulness of glory keeping the whole, And I love him with all my heart. Sing not to me of the pleasures of earth, I have found a much happier way; The joys of the Lord, of far greater worth, Are filling my life ev'ry day.