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OUR AFFLICTIONS
(In all their afflictions He was afflicted and the angel of His
  presence saved them.—Isaiah 63:9.)

From that high Heaven so beautiful and pure,
Canst Thou look down and see
The bitter agony that souls endure;
Oh, is it aught to Thee?

Dost Thou not shrink from scenes of sin and woe,
O King upon Thy throne?
And all forget this suffering world below,
Remembering Heaven alone?

Ah, my afflictions! Every one is Thine!
The angel of Thy presence in my breast
Makes this dark world Thine own, Thy Heaven mine,
And mingles Heaven's own peace with earth's unrest!


A LIFE WORK

Yes, life is too short to be wasted in trifling,
And time is too precious to spend in regret;
Look up, though the past has been hopeless and clouded
There is much in the future worth living for, yet;
There is work for the lover of God and humanity,
When living souls perish with nowhere to cling;
There are golden sheaves waiting for hands that are ready,
And songs in the air for the reapers to sing;
Go treasure the songs grown immortal with beauty,
Go measure what kindness and mercy are worth;
For the crowns that will sparkle for life's noblest victors
Will not fade with the withering laurels of earth.

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