The Words of a Poor Methodist Woman

January 19.

Let the heart of them rejoice that seek the Lord.

PSALM 105, verse 3.


The joy of the Lord is your strength.

NEHEMIAH 8, verse 10.


Be Thou my Sun, my selfishness destroy,
Thy atmosphere of Love be all my joy;
Thy Presence be my sunshine ever bright,
My soul the little mote that lives
but in Thy light.

GERHARD TERSTEEGEN.


I do not know when I have had happier times
in my soul, than when I have been sitting at
work, with nothing before me but a candle and
a white cloth, and hearing no sound but that of
my own breath, with God in my soul and
heaven in my eye... I rejoice in being exactly
what I am,--a creature capable of loving God,
and who, as long as God lives, must be happy.
I get up and look for a while out of the window,
and gaze at the moon and stars, the work of an
Almighty hand. I think of the grandeur of the
universe, and then sit down, and think myself
one of the happiest beings in it.

A POOR METHODIST WOMAN, 18TH CENTURY.