God answers prayer-- Answers always, everywhere, I may cast my anxious care, Burdens I could never bear, On the God who heareth prayer. SUBMISSION AND REST The camel, at the close of day Kneels down upon the sandy plain To have his burden lifted off And rest again. My soul, thou too should to thy knees When daylight draweth to a close, And let thy Master lift the load And grant repose. Else how couldst thou to-morrow meet, With all to-morrow's work to do, If thou thy burden all the night Dost carry through? The camel kneels at break of day To have his guide replace his load; Then rises up anew to take The desert road. So thou shouldst kneel at morning's dawn That God may give thee daily care; Assured that he no load too great Will make thee bear. TAKE TIME TO BE HOLY Take time to be holy; Speak oft with thy Lord; Abide in him always, And feed on his word; Make friends of God's children, Help those who are weak, Forgetting in nothing His blessing to seek. Take time to be holy; The world rushes on; Spend much time in secret With Jesus alone; By looking at Jesus Like him thou shalt be; Thy friends in thy conduct His likeness shall see. Take time to be holy; Let him be thy Guide, And run not before him Whatever betide; In joy or in sorrow Still follow thy Lord, And, looking to Jesus, Still trust in his word. Take time to be holy; Be calm in thy soul; Each thought and each motive Beneath his control; Thus led by his Spirit To fountains of love, Thou soon shalt be fitted For service above. --W. D. Longstaff. PRAYER FOR STRENGTH Father, before thy footstool kneeling, Once more my heart goes up to thee, For aid, for strength, to thee appealing, Thou who alone canst succor me. Hear me! for heart and flesh are failing, My spirit yielding in the strife; And anguish wild as unavailing Sweeps in a flood across my life. Help me to stem the tide of sorrow; Help me to bear thy chastening rod; Give me endurance; let me borrow Strength from thy promise, O my God! Not mine the grief which words may lighten; Not mine the tears of common woes; The pang with which my heart-strings tighten Only the All-seeing One may know. And I am weak, my feeble spirit Shrinks from life's task in wild dismay; Yet not that thou that task wouldst spare it, My Father, do I dare to pray. Into my soul thy might infusing, Strengthening my spirit by thine own; Help me, all other aid refusing, To cling to thee, and thee alone.