CONTENTMENT. FOR MY MOTHER.

I am content to be What God has made me: honour and renown I seek not from this world, nor fear its frown. God knows and honours me. His child and heir He made me; then what matters it if here Unknown and poor I live,—a little while, And I shall bask in His benignant smile To all eternity. I am content to do What God has bid me: He, the Master, knows What work I am best fit for, and He shows Me how to do it. His command is law; His the responsibility. In awe And fear of failure, I seek to obey And leave results to Him, and daily pray To be more faithful, true. I am content to go Where God sees fit to send me: everywhere His presence I can feel, His sweet voice hear, His footprints see, His guiding hand discern, His loving-kindness taste, His precepts learn. Each step, though dark and difficult the way, Leads me but nearer to eternal day— Farther from sin and woe. I am content to take Life’s good and ill: the hand that holds the rod, And blessings too, is guided by my God. He knows best which I need the most, and will My cup with joy and sorrow wisely fill. I wish to listen only to His voice That bids me in prosperity rejoice, Or suffer for His sake. I am content to wait Till Jesus calls me home.—’Tis true I long To join in that celestial, happy throng, And sing His praise, and see Him as He is, And taste the joys of ransomed souls in bliss; But still, resigned I wait at His command Until He come to take me by the hand, And lead me through the gate. Rev. F. J. Ochse. Beaconsfield.