The day has gone, the twilight fades,
There's stillness everywhere;
I seek some place of solitude,
And humbly bow in prayer.
I tell the story of the day--
The joy, the grief, the care;
I keep not back one secret thing,
But tell it all in prayer.
O heart of mine, be light and free,
Not lightest burden bear,
In everything let thy requests
Be told to God in prayer.
Yes, all; I tell it all to Christ
In evening twilight dim:
Somehow my heart much lighter grows
Since all is told to him.
I lay my life at his dear feet--
O Jesus, I am thine!
I'll walk the way of life with thee;
Thy will, O Christ, is mine.
And now I lay me down to sleep
While gathering shadows fall,
And sweet indeed my rest shall be,
Since Jesus knows it all.
SORROWFUL YET ALWAYS REJOICING.
This world is sometimes called "the vale of tears." Jesus said, "In the
world ye shall have tribulation," but he also said, "In me ye shall have
peace." The way to heaven is through tribulations. Those whom John saw
standing before the throne and the Lamb arrayed in white robes and with
palms in their hands, were one day where we now are, and thank God, we,
coming up through great tribulation, shall some day be where they are.
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