If while on earth I wander My heart is light and blest, Ah, what shall I be yonder, In perfect peace and rest? O blessed thought! in dying We go to meet the Lord, Where there shall be no sighing, A kingdom our reward. --Carl J. P. Spitta. THE LORD'S APPOINTMENT I say it over and over, and yet again to-day, It rests my heart as surely as it did yesterday: It is the Lord's appointment; Whatever my work may be, I am sure in my heart of hearts He has offered it to me. I must say it over and over, and again to-day For my work is different from that of yesterday: It is the Lord's appointment; It quiets my restless will Like the voice of a tender mother, And my heart and will are still. I will say it over and over, this and every day, Whatsoever the Master orders, come what may: It is the Lord's appointment; For only his love can see What is wisest, best and right-- What is truly good for me. TRUST I know not what the future holds, Of good or ill for me and mine; I only know that God enfolds Me in his loving arms divine. So I shall walk the earth in trust That He who notes the sparrow's fall Will help me bear whate'er I must And lend an ear whene'er I call. It matters not if dreams dissolve Like mists beneath the morning sun, For swiftly as the worlds revolve So swiftly will life's race be run. It matters not if hopes depart, Or life be pressed with toil and care. If love divine shall fill my heart And all be sanctified with prayer. Then let me learn submission sweet In every thought, in each desire, And humbly lay at his dear feet A heart aglow with heavenly fire. "SOMETIME" Sometime, when all life's lessons have been learned, And sun and stars forevermore have set, The things which our weak judgment here had spurned, The things o'er which we grieve with lashes wet, Will flash before us out of life's dark night, As stars shine most in deeper tints of blue, And we shall see how all God's plans were right, And how what seemed reproof was love most true. And we shall see how, while we frown and sigh, God's plans go on as best for you and me; How when we called he heeded not our cry, Because his wisdom to the end could see; And even as prudent parents disallow Too much of sweet to crooning baby's hest, So God perhaps is keeping from us now Life's sweetest things because it seemeth best.