Whoever lets loose a sunbeam in this world starts a benediction among men. Whoever sets a little lamp where its beam may shine on even a few feet of some one’s path has done that which is worth while. God made the sunbeam, and the candle was lighted a great while ago; but if in my little book I can bring the light nearer to some who will be blessed and cheered by it, that will be enough.
J.R.M.
“With staff and shoon I journey, It is worthy of our thought how much poorer the world would be if the little Twenty-third Psalm had never been written. Think what a ministry this psalm has had these three thousand years, as it has gone up and down the world, singing itself into men’s hearts, and breathing its quiet peace into their spirits. How many sorrows has it comforted! How many tears has it dried! How many pilgrims has it lighted through life’s dark valleys! Perhaps no other single portion of the Bible – not even the fourteenth of St. John’s Gospel – is read so often or has so wrought itself into religious experience. It is the children’s psalm, – to many the first words of Holy Scripture learned at a mother’s knee. Then, it is the old people’s psalm; ofttimes, with quivering voice, it is repeated by aged saints as the night comes on. Then, all the years between youth and old age, this psalm is read. It is the psalm of the sick-room; how many sufferers have been quieted and comforted by its words of assurance and peace! It is the psalm for the death-bed; scarcely ever does a Christian die, but these sweet words are said or sung. Thousands of times it has been repeated by dying Christians themselves, especially the words about the valley of the shadow of death, as they passed into the valley. It is the psalm for the funeral service, read countless times beside the coffin where a Christian sleeps in peace. Page 1 << Prior Page 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 Next Page >>
And still before mine eyes
The Lord who goes before me
Holds up a radiant prize.
And though I faint and falter,
I yet shall overcome,
And win with saints and angels
The endless rest at home.”