Hushed is each doubt--gone every fear, My spirit seems in heaven to stay; And e’en the penitential tear Is wiped away. Oh, till I reach yon peaceful shore, No privilege so dear shall be, As thus my inmost soul to pour In prayer to thee! Friday Morning. “Acquaint thyself with him, and be at peace.” --JOB xxii. 21. Art thou acquainted, oh my soul! With such a Saviour, such a Friend, Whose power can all events control, And from all evils can defend? Why art thou then opprest with fears? Knowledge of him should give thee peace; Should check these often-flowing tears, And bid these sad misgivings cease. Is it the _past_ that gives thee pain? Transgressions, falls, dost thou deplore? The atoning blood pleads not in vain, Thy God remembers them no more. Do _present_ troubles vex thy mind? Sufferings of body, mental care? In God a refuge thou wilt find; And oh, what sweet relief in prayer! Dost thou o’er friends much valued weep, Who seem in hopeless fetters bound? Christ will seek out his wandering sheep-- Those who seem lost will then be found. Dost thou the unknown _future_ dread? Thy passage through death’s awful vale? E’en there shall light around be shed Thy God’s sure promise cannot fail. Dost thou with dread still greater, shrink From pain for those on earth most dear; And oft with sickening anguish think On all they yet may suffer here? Oh faithless, unbelieving heart! So slow to trust the tenderest Friend: Who then will needful strength impart,-- Who “loving, loves unto the end.” No longer doubt, nor fear, nor grieve, Nor on uncertain evils dwell: Past, present, future, calmly leave To him who will do all things well. [Illustration] Friday Evening. “Having a desire to depart and to be with Christ, which is far better.” --PHILIP. i. 23. Let me be with thee where thou art! My Saviour, my eternal rest! Then only with this longing heart Be fully and for ever blest. Let me be with thee where thou art! Thy unveiled glory to behold; Then only will this wandering heart Cease to be treacherous, faithless, cold. Let me be with thee where thou art! Where spotless saints thy name adore; Then only will this sinful heart Be evil and defiled no more. Let me be with thee where thou art! Where none can die, where none remove; There neither life nor death will part Me from thy presence and thy love. [Illustration] Saturday Morning. “Who is this that engaged his heart to approach unto me?” --JER. xxx. 21.