'The Lord direct your hearts into the love of God, and into the patient waiting for Christ." (2 Thess. 3:5; 1 Thess. 5:23.)

Father, thy will be done !
Oh make Thy will mine own !
In every act both great and small,
In all that to my path doth fall,
Through all the quickly passing years-
In every thought, in all my way,
Every affection, wish, oh may
Thy will and mine identical
Go on, whatever shall befall.

Thy will, my God, is best !
That is alone the test
By which our lives may guided be,
By which our sightless eyes may see;
Our walk apart from Thee is safe
Not one brief moment, nor can be
While here or in eternity.
Therefore, though often we rebel,
We know Thou doest all things well.

O Lord, when Thou shalt come
All grief shall then be gone.
Oh, when we see Thy blessed face,
Taste all the riches of Thy grace,
How will the heart leap forth with praise,
Fullness of God !Thou glorious One !
Ah, what a blessed work was done
When, rising from the grave, our Lord
Pledged spotless sons to Thee, O God !

Lord Jesus, quickly come !
Our spirits long for home.
Nothing is here but emptiness;
Nothing in this vast wilderness
That fully satisfies the heart.
And if our spirit restless be
Waiting Thy blessed face to see,
Oh, with what love Thy heart doth yearn
To seat us, with Thee, on Thy throne.

E. L.