Frankincense gives forth its sweetness
Most when tested by the flame;
So each trial moulds to meetness,
Every child who bears My Name,
Through the heart's deep exercise,
Tho' with many tears and sighs.

So, whate'er of earthly sorrow
May be woven with thy bliss,
Patient wait, the bright to-morrow
Surely will reveal thee this:
That in love I chastened thee,
That thou might'st be more like Me.

H. McD.