I have a mine of jewels-God's own Word-
That flash reflected glory from His face,
Who, since I learned to trust His saving power,
Has kept me in His o'er-abounding grace.

The comfort of my soul when all things fail,
The strength I need, He giveth for the day:
"Let not your heart be troubled;" well He knew
The tendency, while He should be away.

" 'Cast all Thy care on Me;' thou canst not lift
The load and follow Me-'tis Mine to bear-
'Twill hinder in the race I've set for thee;
Just lay it at My feet, and leave it there."

When weary till I know not where to turn,
From everything that worries, frets, and harms,
Then, "The eternal God thy refuge is,
And underneath the everlasting arms."

When clouds look dark, and threatening the storm,
That o'er my head seems just about to burst,
Then, "With His feathers He will cover thee,
And 'neath His sheltering wings He'll make thee trust."

When deep 'neath sorrow's stroke I'm forced to bow,
Then come the sweet assuring words to me:
"If in the day of trouble thou wilt call
On Me, I surely will deliver thee."

Yea, Lord, and all the glory shall be Thine!
"My shield, and my exceeding great reward,"
"My Shepherd," yea, and "Lover of my soul,"
None other can such peace and joy afford.

I'm rich, indeed, beyond all earthly ken,
And free to give, as I am freely given,
No thief can steal, nor moth, nor rust corrupt
The treasure thus laid up with Him, in heaven.

H. McD