By Mary Wilder Tileston
Thy statutes have been my songs in the house of my pilgrimage.
My God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus.
HOW must the pilgrim's load be borne?
With staggering limbs and look forlorn?
His Guide chose all that load within;
There's need of everything but sin.
So, trusting Him whose love He knows,
Singing along the road he goes;
And nightly of his burden makes
A pillow, till the morning breaks.
THEY live contented with what they have, whether it be little or much, because they know that they receive as much as is profitable for them; little, if little be profitable, and much, if much be profitable for them, but the Lord only can, who has an eternal end in view in all things which He provides.
I hope you will learn, what I am always hoping to learn, to rejoice in God continually, knowing that He is really ordering all your circumstances to the one end of making you a partaker of His own good-ness, and bringing you within His own sympathy.