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My heart, my heart, how it died within ive up all, and then wait in

patience to see what the Lord would let ain to the struggle But those only

knohat a struggle it is, who, have tried It seems to me,

most people, even Christians, do not try Yet, to "forsake

all," the test of discipleship, what is it but to cease saying

"I

thenceforth at the will of God I spent that night onthe floor I spent it in tears

and in pleading the promises; sometireat calh with every nerve of affection

throbbing, as it were, I gave up the care of ave up the disposal of the lives of both And when

the calrew deeper and quieter, and the

throbbing nerves were stilled, and a great burden was taken

off my shoulders And then, the sense of a love better than

er than mine, stole over my heart

with an infinite sweetness; the parched and thirsty places of

my spirit seemed to catch the dews of heaven; and still

soothed and quieted more and more, I went to sleep with