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EVERYTHING HAS ITS TIME.

THE HERO . . . . . . . . . . 137

“IF THOU CANST NOT DO MUCH, THOU MUST KEEP

QUIET” . . . . . . . . . 137

“IT CONCERNS NOT THE STRANGER” . . . . 137

HOW TO BEAR SUFFERING ARIGHT

THE WISE BEE . . . . . . .

THE TRANQUIL SOUL IS RICH . . . .

“ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS” . .

THE PURGATORY OF LOVE . . . . .

JESUS TO THE SOUL . . . . . .

“SOON, SOON !” . . . . . . .

“ABOVE THE CLOUDS BLOWS NO WIND” .

EVER READY . . . . . . . .

WHAT IS MELTED, FLOWS EASILY TOGETHER

FOOD ON THE JOURNEY . . . . .

EVER CALM AND CLEAR . . . .

GOD LOVETH THOSE THAT LOVE HIM . .

SECLUSION . . . . . . . .

“PRAY WITHOUT Ceasing” . . . .

COURAGE . . . . . . . .

EVERYTHING IN ITS OWN ORDER . . .

WITH THE HOLY, ONE BECOMES HOLY . .

AFTER SHORT SORROW COMES ETERNAL JOY .

66 THROUGH STRAITNESS INTO GREATNESS” .

“ PRAY WITHOUT CEASING”

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GOD HOLDS HIM FAST, WHO TRUSTS HIMSELF TO HIM. 145

HE WHO CLEAVES TO NOTHING, DWELLS IN REST . 145

BITTER TO THE TASTE, BUT WHOLESOME . . . . 146

JESUS TO THE SOUL . . . . .... ... 146

HE THAT LOVES GOD ALONE, REMAINS UNTROUBLED, 146

THE GATHERING . . . . . . . . . 147

JESUS TO THE SOUL . . . . . . . . 147

THE BLESSED RETREAT . . . . . . . 147

“IT WILL SOON BE ACCOMPLISHED ” . . . . 148

“I AWAIT THE VISIT” . . . . . . . 148

“WHAT STANDS OUTSIDE CONCERNS THEE NOT". . 148

ANAM'S DEATH IS CHRIST'S LIFE . . . . . 149

“SINK DOWN, AS A LITTLE CHILD, IN THE TENDER

MERCY" . . . . . . . . . 149

OBEDIENCE IS BETTER THAN SACRIFICE . . . . 149

AS WITH GOD ALONE . . . . . . . . 150

THE FREEDOM OF THE CHILDREN OF GOD . . . 150

" WITHOUT DISSIMULATION” . . . . . . 150

LOOKING UNTO JESUS. . . . . . . . 151

THE SELF-DRAWING LOVE. . . . . . . . 151

“THOU BEHOLDEST GOD WHEN THINE EIES ARE CLOSED ” 151

" THE SON MAKETH FREE INDEED.” . . . . . 152

CONCLUSION . . . . . . . . 152

IMITATIONS FROM THE

GERMAN

THE APPEARANCE OF CHRIST.

(ERSCHEINUNG CHRISTI.)

Christ, Who in Death's night of darkness

As a Shining Light did'st come ;
Seeking Thee in Herod's Palace,

Vainly did my spirit roam.
Found I there all dazzling splendour ;

Joys enchaining sense and mind :
Yet my craving heart was empty :-

Thee, alone, I could not find.