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Wreath Others May, You Cannot

Wreath Wait Thou Only Upon God
Wreath Unto Myself

Wreath Overheard in an Orchard
Wreath Refiner's Fire
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Wait Thou Only Upon God


Freda Hanbury

My soul, wait thou only upon God.--Ps. 62:5

A God...which worketh for him that waiteth for Him.--Isa. 64:4 (RV)

"Wait only upon God"; my soul, be still,

And let thy God unfold His perfect will,

Thou fain would'st follow Him throughout this year,

Thou fain with listening heart His voice would'st hear,

Thou fain would'st be a passive instrument

Possessed by God, and ever Spirit-sent

Upon His service sweet--then be thou still,

For only thus can He in thee fulfill

His heart's desire. Oh, hinder not His hand

From fashioning the vessel He hath planned.

"Be silent unto God," and thou shalt know

The quiet, holy calm He doth bestow

On those who wait on Him; so shalt thou bear

His presence, and His life and light e'en where

The night is darkest, and thine earthly days

Shall show His love, and sound His glorious praise.

And He will work with hand infettered, free

His high and holy purposes through thee.

First on thee must that hand of power be turned,

Till in His love's strong fire thy dross is burned,

And thou come forth a vessel for thy Lord,

So frail and empty, yet, since He hath poured

Into thine emptiness His life, His love,

Henceforth through thee the power of God shall move

And He will work for thee. Stand still and see

The victories thy God will gain for thee;

So silent, yet so irresistible,

Thy God shall do the thing impossible.

Oh, question not henceforth what thou canst do;

Thou canst do nought. But He will carry through

The work where human energy had failed,

Where all thy best endeavors had availed

Thee nothing. Then, my soul, wait and be still;

Thy God shall work for thee His perfect will.

If thou wilt take no less, His best shall be

Thy portion now and through eternity.


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  Others May, You Cannot

By Buell H. Kazee

If God has called you to be really like Christ in all your spirit, He will draw you into a life of crucifixion and humility and put on you such demands of obedience, that He will not allow you to follow other Christians, and in many ways He will seem to let other good people do things which He will not let you do.

Others can brag on themselves, and their work, on their success, on their writings, but the Holy Spirit will not allow you to do any such thing, and if you begin it, He will lead you into some deep mortification that will make you despise yourself and all you good works.

The Lord will let others be honored and put forward, and keep you hid away in obscurity because He wants to produce some choice fragrant fruit for His glory, which can be produced only in the shade.

Others will be allowed to succeed in making money, but it is likely God will keep you poor because he wants you to have something far better than gold and that is a helpless dependence on Him; that He may have the privilege of supplying your needs day by day - out of an unseen treasury.

God will let others be great, but He will keep you small. He will let others do a great work for Him and get credit for it, but He will make you work and toil on without knowing how much you are doing; and then to make your work still more precious, He will let others get the credit for the work you have done, and this will make your reward ten times greater when He comes.

The Holy Spirit will put strict watch over you, with a jealous love, and will rebuke you for little words and feelings, or for wasting your time, which other Christians never seem distressed over.

So make up your mind that God is an infinite Sovereign, and has a right to do what He pleases with His own, and He will not explain to you a thousand things which may puzzle you reason in His dealing with you. He will wrap you up in a jealous love, and let other people say and do many things that you cannot do or say.

Settle it forever, that you are to deal directly with the Holy Spirit, and that He is to have the privilege of tying your tongue, or chaining your hand, or closing your eyes, in ways that others are not dealt with.

Now, when you are so possessed with the Living God that you are, in your secret heart, pleased and delighted over this particular personal, private, jealous guardianship and management of the Holy Spirit over your life, you will have found the vestibule of heaven.

-From Faith is the Victory

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Unto Myself

Fearing to launch on "full surrender's" tide,
I asked the Lord where would its waters glide
My little bark, "To troubled seas I dread?"
"Unto Myself," He said.

Weeping beside an open grave I stood,
In bitterness of soul I cried to God:
"Where leads this path of sorrow that I tread?" "Unto Myself," He said.

Striving for souls, I loved the work too well;
Then disappointments came; I could not tell
The reason, till He said, "I am thine all;
Unto Myself I call."

Watching my heroes--those I loved the best--
I saw them fail; they could not stand the test,
Even by this the Lord, through tears not few,
Unto Himself me drew.
Unto Himself!

No earthly tongue can tell
The bliss I find, since in His heart I dwell;
The things that charmed me once seem all as naught;
Unto Himself I'm brought.

--Streams In The Desert

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  Refiner's Fire

"He sat by a fire of seven-fold heat,

As He watched by the precious ore,
And closer He bent with a searching gaze

As He heated it more and more.
He knew He had ore that could stand the test,

And He wanted the finest gold
To mould as a crown for the king to wear,

Set with gems with a price untold.
So He laid our gold in the burning fire,

Tho' we fain would have said Him 'Nay,'
And He watched the dross that we had not seen,

And it melted and passed away.
And the gold grew brighter and yet more bright,

But our eyes were so dim with tears,
We saw but the fire-not the Master's hand,

And questioned with anxious fears.
Yet our gold shone out with a richer glow,

As it mirrored a Form above,
That bent o'er the fire, tho' unseen by us,

With a look of ineffable love.
Can we think that it pleases His loving heart

To cause us a moment's pain?
Ah, no! but He saw through the present cross

The bliss of eternal gain.
So He waited there with a watchful eye,

With a love that is strong and sure,
And His gold did not suffer a bit more heat,

Than was needed to make it pure."

-- Streams In The Desert

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Overheard In An Orchard

Said the Robin to the Sparrow
"I would really like to know
Why these anxious human beings
Rush about and worry so."

Said the Sparrow to the Robin
"Friend I think that it must be
That they have no Heavenly Father
Such as cares for you and me."

--Elizabeth Chaney - 1859

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