--Charles Mackay. Enough to know that, through the winter's frost And summer's heat, no seed of truth is lost, And every duty pays at last its cost. --John Greenleaf Whittier. A kindly act is a kernel sown That will grow to a goodly tree, Shedding its fruit when time is flown Down the gulf of Eternity. --John Boyle O'Reilly. The kindly word unspoken is a sin-- A sin that wraps itself in purest guise, And tells the heart that, doubting, looks within, That, not in speech, but thought, the virtue lies. --John Boyle O'Reilly. CONSECRATION SUBMISSION, DEVOTION, PURITY THE CHARIOTEER O God, take the reins of my life! I have driven it blindly, to left and to right, In mock of the rock, in the chasm's despite, Where the brambles were rife, In the blaze of the sun and the deadliest black of the night. O God, take the reins of my life! For I am so weary and weak. My hands are a-quiver and so is my heart, And my eyes are too tired for the tear-drops to start, And the worn horses reek With the anguishing pull and the hot, heavy harness's smart, While I am all weary and weak. But Thou wilt be peace, wilt be power. Thy hand on the reins and thine eye on the way Shall be wisdom to guide and controlling to stay, And my life in that hour Shall be led into leading, and rest when it comes to obey; For thou wilt be peace and all power. Now, Lord, without tarrying, now! While eyes can look up and while reason remains, And my hand yet has strength to surrender the reins, Ere death stamp my brow And pour coldness and stillness through all the mad course of my veins-- Come, Lord, without tarrying, now! I yield Thee my place, which is thine. Appoint me to lie on the chariot floor; Yea, appoint me to lie at thy feet, and no more, While the glad axles shine, And the happy wheels run on their course to the heavenly door,-- Now thou hast my place, which is thine. --Amos R. Wells. WHOLLY THE LORD'S My whole though broken heart, O Lord, From henceforth shall be thine; And here I do my vow record-- This hand, these words are mine: All that I have, without reserve, I offer here to thee: Thy will and honor all shall serve That thou bestow'st on me. All that exceptions save I lose; All that I lose I save; The treasures of thy love I choose, And Thou art all I crave. My God, thou hast my heart and hand; I all to thee resign; I'll ever to this covenant stand, Though flesh hereat repine.