[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-0320":3},"MARCH 20\r\nAs sorrowful, yet always rejoicing (2Cor. 6:1 0).\r\nThe stoic scorns to shed a tear, the Christian is not forbidden to\r\nweep. The soul may be dumb with excessive grief, as the shearer's\r\nscissors pass over the quivering flesh; or, when the heart Is on\r\nthe point of breaking beneath the meeting surges of trial, the\r\nsufferer may seek relief by crying out with a loud voice. But there Is something even better.\r\nThey say that springs of sweet fresh water well up amid the brine\r\nof salt seas; that the fairest Alpine flowers bloom in the wildest\r\nand most rugged mountain passes; that the noblest psalms were the outcome of the profoundest agony of soul.\r\nBe it so. And thus amid manifold trials, souls which love God will\r\nfind reasons for bounding, leaping joy. Though deep call to deep, yet the Lord's song will be heard in silver cadence through the\r\nnight. And it is possible in the darkest hour that ever swept a\r\nhuman life to bless the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ\r\nHave you learned this lesson yet? Not simply to endure God's win, nor only to choose it but to rejoice in it with joy unspeakable and\r\nfull of glory. --Tried as by Fire.\r\nI will be still, my bruised heart faintly murmured, As o'er me rolled a crushing load of woe;\r\nThen cry, the call, e'en the low moan was stifled; I pressed my lips; I barred the tear drop's flow.\r\nI will be still, -although I cannot see it,\r\nThe love that bares a soul and fans pain's fire; That takes away the last sweet drop of solace,\r\n\r\nBreaks the lone harp string, hides Thy precious lyre.\r\nBut God is love, so I will bide me, bide me-\r\nWe'll doubt not, Soul, we will be very still;\r\nWe'll wait till after while, when He shall lift us- Yes, after while, when it shall be His will.\r\nAnd I did listen to my heart's brave promise; And I did quiver, struggling to be still;\r\nAnd I did lift my tearless eyes to Heaven,\r\nRepeating ever, \"Yea, Christ, have Thy will.\"\r\nBut soon my heart upspake from 'neath our burden, Reproved my tight-drawn lips, my visage sad:\r\n\"We can do more than this, 0 Soul,\" it whispered. \"We can be more than still, we can be glad!\"\r\nAnd now my heart and I are sweetly singing- Singing without the sound of tuneful strings;  Drinking abundant waters in the desert;\r\nCrushed, and yet soaring as on eagle's wings. --S. P. W.",1783499792050]