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Turn Your Eyes

By Mary Wilder Tileston

      Thou art my hiding-place; Thou shalt preserve me from trouble; Thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance.

      PSALMS 32:7

      FEAREST sometimes that thy Father
      Hath forgot?
      When the clouds around thee gather,
      Doubt Him not.
      Always hath the daylight broken,--
      Always hath He comfort spoken,--
      Better hath He been for years
      Than thy fears.


      IT is the indwelling Presence of God, believed in trusted, reverenced, recollected, which ought to become the support to meet every case of trouble. The soul finds rest from its perplexities, as it turns from what perplexes and disturbs it, to fix its gaze and hope and purpose on Him. If there be a pressure of distress, or anxiety, or care, or perplexity of any kind, a heavy burden weighing down the spirits, then let the soul look off for a moment from itself, and from the trying object, to God. The recollection of His presence within, ever abiding, continually renewed by perpetual communion, would secure to the soul, if duly and constantly cherished, an habitual life of rest.
      T. T. CARTER

      What harm can happen to him who knows that God does everything, and who loves beforehand everything that God does?

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