IT is recorded of Abraham, in the tradition of the land in which he was a stranger, that he went on his way singing, and so sweet were his songs that men followed him to learn them, and thus they too became pilgrims.
It would be well if murmuring, down-hearted, dull-faced Christians took the hint! What, friend! do you think that the giddy world will wish to go your way? The world has its songs, and you, your—what? A sorry testimony, a poor attraction your life to your friends and family. Awake! consider what a portion is yours, what a Saviour, what a home, what blessings, and surely you will begin singing on your wilderness way.
“Oh, what wonder! how amazing!
Jesus, glorious King of kings—
Deigns to call me His beloved—
Lets me rest beneath His wings.
Hallelujah,
Resting now beneath His wings.”