ily were to be turned out into the snow. Dobyr kneeled down in the midst of his family. After prayer they sang: : Commit thou all thy griefs And ways into His hands. As they came to the last verse, in German, of Part I., there was a knock at the window close by where he knelt, and opening it Dobyr was met by a raven, one which his grandfather had tamed and set at liberty. In its bill was a ring, set with precious stones. This he took to his minister, who said at once that it belonged to the King Stanislaus, to whom he returned it, and related his story. The King sent for Dobyr, and besides rewarding him on the spot, built for him, next year, a new house, and stocked his cattle stalls from the royal domain. Over the house door, on an iron tablet, there is carved a raven with a ring in its beak, and underneath this address to Divine Providence: Thou everywhere hast sway, And all things serve Thy might; 50-FATHER, I KNOW THAT ALL MY LIFE. MISS WARING, like Charlotte Elliott and Adelaide Procter, made notable contributions to the hymnody of Resignation. This hymn of Miss Waring's has helped myriads. FATHER, I know that all Is portioned out for me, my The changes that will surely come, life I ask Thee for a present mind I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, I would not have the restless will That seeks for some great thing to do, Wherever in the world I am, A work of lowly love to do For Him on whom I wait. I ask Thee for the daily strength, Briers beset our every path, In service which Thy love appoints, TUNE-" "LEBANON," FROM SPOHR. A clergyman who has at last been compelled by the loss of his voice to abandon his living, writes me as follows: "This hymn has been a more definite help in stimulating the heart to considerate kindness and cheerful trust. A year ago my voice failed me, and the spring of 1895 found me seeking recovery in rest and change of air; but haunted with the fear that this loss of voice might be permanent, and that I might have to resign my living and give up my life's work, whilst yet almost in the vigour of life. This fear was verified, and I resigned my living last July. But, as usually happens, the actual trial was not so depressing as the fear of it." A lady in the West of England sends me this note on this hymn, and how it helped her : "This hymn was sung one Sunday when I had wandered into a strange place of worship-a Wesleyan chapel, I think. I was simply eaten up with ambition and the craving to know the secret things, and do the great ones of Life; and this hymn showed me The Better Way. I saw that it was good to be content, to fill a little space,' and in a sort of waking vision I saw that great things were not for me, but as someone (Dante, perhaps) has said: 'In God's will lies our place.' So you see my hymn was the overture to my little Act of Renunciation, and now I black stoves and dust rooms, and possess my soul in patience, and understand a little what the 'Peace that passeth understanding' may mean." Another lady writes me: "This hymn came to me when I was a girl of eighteen, and it has continued its power over me till now, over twenty years. It seems to me that ideal Christian service, for women, at all events, is a heart at leisure from itself to soothe and sympathise.' Many times these lines, turned into a prayer, have led me to get the better of the demon of selfishness." 51-THE 121st PSALM. MR. CROCKETT places this psalm second only to the Twenty-third. It was one of the two psalms-the One Hundred and Thirty-fifth being the other that David Livingstone read on the morning of the day when he first quitted Scotland for the African mission-field. It was known as the Traveller's Psalm from the days of Bishop Hooper, who used it before setting out on a journey. I TO the hills will lift mine eyes, from whence doth come mine aid. My safety cometh from the Lord, Thy foot he'll not let slide, nor will Behold, he that keeps Israel, The Lord thee keeps, the Lord thy shade The moon by night thee shall not smite, The Lord shall keep thy soul; he shall Henceforth thy going out and in God keep for ever will. TUNE "SOLOMON," FROM HANDEL. Mr. Marson notes that Edward, the Black Prince, chose the first clause of the second verse as the motto for the coins struck in England in 1362. In the United States Tate & Brady's paraphrase, beginning, “To Sion's Hill I lift my eyes," is the popular version. VII.- Resignation. 52-LORD, IT BELONGS NOT TO MY CARE. RICHARD BAXTER, the author of the "Saints' Everlasting Rest," had a tolerably troubled time-without much rest in it -on this side the grave. He was troubled by the Independents under Cromwell; by the Royalists after the Restoration, who ejected him; and by Judge Jeffreys, who bullied and abused him. But these were only of the outside and of the surface; within, the old saint had an everlasting rest of his own. The secret of this peace he expressed in the following hymn: LORD ORD, it belongs not to my care, To love and serve Thee is my share, If life be long I will be glad, That I may long obey: If short- yet why should I be sad Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than He went through before; He that into God's kingdom comes, Must enter by His door. Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see; For if Thy work on earth be sweet, What will Thy glory be? |