Since I have always placed my trust
Beneath thy mercy’s wing,
Thy saving health will come; and then
My heart with joy shall spring.
She had always tried to do right. He had promised never to forsake those who trusted His love and kindness!
She noticed something written with a pencil on the margin of a hymn, as she turned over the leaves in search of other favorites. It was the text of the sermon, the Sunday before her husband went away;—
Lay not up for yourself treasures upon earth, where moth and rust do corrupt, and thieves break through and steal.
Oh, if he had only heeded the warning, and made a wise use of what had been given to him! and there was the hymn they had all sung, that last Sunday evening. It came as an answer to her silent prayer, and hushed the last struggling doubt of her heavenly Father’s goodness.
“Ye fearful souls fresh courage take,