Week Fifty-One

Come, fill my soul! Thy light is ever pure

And brings from heaven what Thou alone canst give,

Yea, brings Thyself, the revelation sure

Of heaven’s eternal bliss: in Thee we live.

It is only the presence of God as light which can cause us to condemn ourselves, and gives us power to purify ourselves from our deepest and well-known though hidden idols.

It is a time to be entirely heavenly, for the earth is far from God, and daily its darkness closes in, but we belong to the light, and await another day.

How happy one is to belong to Him, and in His light to see light! How brilliant and glorious is this light to those who are from home, awaiting … the coming of this precious Saviour, who will set them in heaven as the rays of His glory and jewels of His crown … as the bride of His heart.

Too often a healing of a humbling state of things is sought more than the state of soul which has given occasion to it … and if we do not wait God’s doing … we have to await the effect of not doing it. There is but One that can bring the light that judges conscience into the soul: on Him we can count. … We cannot hasten God; He, when He is working, will have all things real.

I have never seen a soul living in its experiences and occupied with itself, with whom the “I” had not a place, without the person’s being aware of it. … We do not become acquainted with ourselves by thinking about ourselves: for while we think of Him the “I” disappears: one is in the light, where one is not occupied with oneself.

Does my path in everyday life come from the light, and is it guided by it? … All will be bright where it is with God. There will be trials, and trials with God are perhaps the brightest spots in any man’s life.

Mere integrity will not suffice without God to find out evil. An honest natural man may use his conscience, but as the natural eye must have light to search with, so we the presence of Him who is light.

O! dwell with me; let no distracting thought

Intrude to hide from me that heavenly light ;

Be Thou my strength! Let not what Thou hast brought

Be chased by idle nature’s poor delight.