I've found a joy in sorrow, A secret balm for pain, A beautiful to-morrow Of sunshine after rain; I've found a branch of healing Near every bitter spring, A whispered promise stealing O'er every broken string. I've found a glad hosanna For every woe and wail, A handful of sweet manna When grapes of Eschol fail; I've found a Rock of Ages When desert wells were dry; And, after weary stages, I've found an Elim nigh-- An Elim with its coolness, Its fountains, and its shade; A blessing in its fullness When buds of promise fade; O'er tears of soft contrition I've seen a rainbow light; A glory and fruition So near!--yet out of sight. My Saviour, thee possessing, I have the joy, the balm. The healing and the blessing. The sunshine and the psalm; The promise for the fearful, The Elim for the faint, The rainbow for the tearful, The glory for the saint! PATIENCE OF JESUS What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone Around thy steps below! What patient love was seen in all Thy life and death of woe! For ever on thy burdened heart A weight of sorrow hung; Yet no ungentle, murmuring word Escaped thy silent tongue. Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, Thy friends unfaithful prove; Unwearied in forgiveness still, Thy heart could only love. O give us hearts to love like thee, Like thee, O Lord, to grieve Far more for others' sins than all The wrongs that we receive. One with thyself, may every eye In us, thy brethren, see That gentleness and grace that spring From union, Lord, with thee. --Edward Denny. True wisdom is in leaning On Jesus Christ, our Lord; True wisdom is in trusting His own life-giving word; True wisdom is in living Near Jesus every day; True wisdom is in walking Where he shall lead the way. TELL ME ABOUT THE MASTER Tell me about the Master! I am weary and worn to-night, The day lies behind me in shadow, And only the evening is light; Light with a radiant glory That lingers about the west; My poor heart is aweary, aweary, And longs, like a child, for rest. Tell me about the Master! Of the hills he in loneliness trod, When the tears and the blood of his anguish Dropped down on Judea's sod. For to me life's numerous milestones But a sorrowful journey mark; Rough lies the hill country before me, The mountains behind me are dark. Tell me about the Master! Of the wrong he freely forgave: Of his love and tender compassion, Of his love that is mighty to save; For my heart is aweary, aweary Of the woes and temptations of life, Of the error that stalks in the noonday, Of falsehood and malice and strife.