Like the Jasper of God's city, like the deep heart of the rose.
"Oh, why does morning dawn, and why ends the golden day,
With the crimson glow and glory, while the children kneel and pray?
Is it thus that God would tell me before the day begins
Of the morn of the Day of pardon, the Blood that has washed my sins?
"The morn of the day of gladness, the day of His love and grace,
When like the sun in his glory, the Lord unveiled His face,
And His love shone forth in beauty where all was dark before,
For the Blood had been shed which saved me, once and for evermore.
"Is it thus that God would tell me the evening draweth nigh,
When we pass beyond the mountains, beyond the purple sky?
And then, in God's great glory, the golden gates I see,
And sing, 'The Blood of Jesus has opened them for me!'"
FRANCES BEVAN
Taken, by permission, from _Hymns by Ter Steegen and Others_. Second
series.
THE THIRD DAY.
THE WORLD OF WATER.
"_The sea is His, and He made it._"--PSALM xcv. 5.
"_Who hath measured the waters in the hollow of His hand?_"--ISAIAH xl. 12.
"_Who layeth the beams of His chambers in the waters._"--PSALM civ. 3.
"_He hath compassed the waters with bounds._"--JOB xxvi. 10.
We have been learning something about the wonderful world of air, in which
we live and move about. To-day we shall think a little of that vast world
of water which is the home of so many of God's creatures.
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