One of the sweet old chapters,
After a day like this!
The day brought cares and trouble,
The evening brings no kiss,
No rest in the arms I long for—
Rest, and refuge, and home;
But weary and heavy-laden,
Unto God's Book I come. One of the sweet old chapters,
The loving that blossoms through
The care of the birds and lilies,
Out in the summer's dew!
The evening lies softly round them;
Their faith is simply to be.
O, hushed be the tender lesson!
"My God, let me trust in Thee."
—Unknown. One of the sweet old chapters
Of Father, and home, and heaven,
Of pardon freely offered,
Of love so freely given!
Thy Maker is thine Husband.
The Lord of the earth is He;
And tho I have wandered from Him,
He says, "Return to Me."
—Lilla Warren. One of the sweet old chapters!
Cheered is my saddened heart,
Knowing His precious promise,
"I'll ne'er from thee depart."
Another day of sorrow
I'll gladly bear for Thee.
E'en through the deepest anguish,
I know He leadeth me.
—Flora E. Warren.