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My soul, wait thou only upon God. – Psalm 62:5
A God. . . who worketh for him that waiteth for him.- Isaiah 64:4

“Wait only upon God”, my soul, be still,
And let thy God unfold His perfect will,
Thou fain would’st follow Him throughout this year,
Thou fain with listening heart His voice would’st hear,
Thou fain would’st be a passive instrument
Possessed by God, and ever Spirit-sent
Upon His service sweet-then be thou still,
For only thus can He in thee fulfill
His heart’s desire. Oh, hinder not His hand
From fashioning the vessel He hath planned.
“Be silent unto God,” and thou shalt know
The quiet, holy calm He doth bestow
On those who wait on Him; so shalt thou bear
His presence, and His life and light e’en where
The night is darkest, and thine earthly days
Shall show His love, and sound His glorious praise
And He will work with hand unfettered, free,
His high and holy purposes through thee.

First on thee must that hand of power be turned,
Till in His love’s strong fire thy dross is burned,
And thou come forth a vessel for thy Lord,
So frail and empty, yet, since He hath poured
Into thine emptiness His life, His love,
Henceforth through thee the power of God shall move
And He will work for thee. Stand still and see
The victories thy God will gain for thee;
So silent, yet so irresistible,
Thy God shall do the thing impossible.
Oh, question not henceforth what thou canst do;
Thou canst do nought.  But He will carry through
The work where human energy had failed
Where all thy best endeavors had availed
Thee nothing. Then, my soul, wait and be still;
Thy God shall work for thee His perfect will.
If thou wilt take no less, His best shall be
Thy portion now and through eternity.

Freda Hanbury





I have nothing to do with tomorrow,

My Saviour will make that His care;

Should He fill it with trouble and sorrow,

He’ll help me to suffer and bear.


I have nothing to do with to-morrow,

Its burdens then why should I share?

Its grace and its faith I can’t borrow,

Then why should I borrow its care?


The Valley

Author Unknown



I have been through the valley of weeping,

The valley of sorrow and pain;

But the “God of all comfort” was with me,

At hand to uphold and sustain.


As the earth needs the clouds and the sunshine,

Our souls need both sorrow and joy;

So He places us oft in the furnace,

The doss from the gold to destroy.


When He leads through some valley of trouble,

His powerful hand we can trace;

For the trials and sorrows He sends us

Are part of His lessons of grace.


Oft we shrink from the purging and pruning,

Forgetting the Husbandman knows

The deeper the cutting and paring,

The richer the cluster that grows.


Well He knows that affliction is needed;

He has a wise purpose in view,

And in the dark valley He whispers,

“Hereafter thou’lt know what I do.”


As we travel through life’s shadowed valley,

Fresh springs of His love ever rise;

And we learn that our sorrows and losses

Are blessings just sent in disguise.


So we’ll follow wherever He leadeth,

Though pathways be dreary or bright;

For we’ve proof that our god can give comfort,

Our God can give songs in the night.


The Sweetest Song



Thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance.

Psalm 32:7



One song of songs the sweetest,

Once learnt thou still repeatest,

And singest, Christian, o’er and o’er –

Earth cannot learn its measure,

This song of heavenly treasure,

Of grace abounding evermore!


Of one great LOVE it telleth,

Which every grief expelleth

Like mist before the morning sun;

Farwell to all they sorrow,

Thy cares about to-morrow,

When thou canst sing this sweetest song.




The Cross has Settled all


My soul would fain Thy praises sing,

And to Thy feet my homage bring,

My Saviour and my God:

For since the day Thou calledst me,

And by Thy grace my soul set free,

Thou’st done me nought but good.


Good, undeserved, I’ve got from thee;

Good, only good, by night and day;

Goodness with mercy mixed.

And while temptations fierce abound,

And snares beset me all around,

Thy grace my hearty has fixed.


The Cross has settled all for me,

The Cross of Christ on Calvary;

The Cross of God’s own Son.

There the vain world with all its pride

And I to it, were crucified;

And there my heart was won.


And since that day I’ve only known

How goodness doth Thy mercy crown,

And all my footsteps tend.

And the good work thou hast begun

Thou’lt perfect till my race is run,

And grace in glory end.


Why should I not Thy praises sing?

Why should I not my homage bring,

And bless thy holy name?

Help me, my Saviour, all my days

To live to Thy continual praise,

And spread abroad thy fame.




The Anvil

Last eve I paused beside a blacksmith’s door,

And heard the anvil ring the vesper chime;

Then looking in, I saw upon the floor

Old hammers worn with beating years of time.


“How many anvils have you had,” said I,

“To wear and batter all these hammers so?”

“Just one,’ said he; and then, with twinkling eye,

“The anvil wears the hammer out, you know.”


And so, thought I, the anvil of God’s Word

For ages skeptic blows have beat upon;

Yet, though the noise of falling blows was heard,
The anvil is unharmed – the hammers gone.


John Clifford

The world rushes on



The world rushes on to judgment and doom

And for the Saviour there is no room


But amidst the turmoil, bustle and strife,

Peace and Joy of an abundant life


In the glorified Christ, constantly flows,

Bringing to His own such sweet repose.


Very soon the voice of the One they love

Will call them away to realms above.


His glory and beauty at last they will see

And with Him and like Him, forever they’ll be.






“God is our refuge and strength: a help in calamities, very readily found.
Psalm 46:1 (J.N.D)

“Call upon Me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee and thou shalt
glorify ME.” Psalm 50:15

“The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as
be of a contrite spirit. (Psalm 34:18)

Pressed out of measure and pressed to all length;
Pressed so intensely it seems beyond strength.
Pressed in the body and pressed in the soul;
Pressed in the mind till the dark surges roll;
Pressure by foes, and pressure by friends;
Pressure on pressure, til life nearly ends.
Pressed into loving the staff and the rod;
Pressed into knowing no helper but God.
Pressed into liberty where nothing clings;
Pressed into faith for impossible things.
Pressed into living a life in the Lord;
Pressed into living a Christ-life outpoured.

-Annie Johnson Flint

One by one HE took them from me


One by one HE took them from me,

All the things I valued most.

Until I was emptied handed,

Every glittering toy was lost.


And I walked earth’s highways grieving

In my rags and poverty

Till I heard His voice inviting,

Lift those empty hands to me.


And I turned my hands toward heaven

And HE filled them with a store

Of HIS own transcended riches

Till they could contain no more.


And at last I comprehended

With my stupid mind and soul,

That God could not pour HIS riches

Into hands already full.


Author unknown


Jim Vaus read this Poem when he spoke about his conversion.



“Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Thee.” Isa. 26:3


O! for the peace of a perfect trust,

My loving God, in Thee;

Unwavering faith that never doubts

Thou choosest best for me.


Best, though my plans be all upset;

Best though my way be rough;

Best, though my earthly store be scant;

In thee I have enough.


Best, though my health and strength be gone;

Though weary days be mine;

Shut out from much that other s have;

Not my will, Lord, but Thine.


And e’en though disappointments come,

They, too, are best for me

To wean me from this changing world

And lead me nearer Thee.


O! for the peace of a perfect trust,

That looks away from all;

That sees Thy hand in everything,

In great events and small.


That hears Thy voice – a Father’s voice-

Directing for the best –

O! for the peace of a perfect trust,

A heart with Thee at rest.




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