[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-0925":3},"SEPTEMBER 25 \nWhy go I mourning? (Psalm 42:9).\r\nCanst thou answer this, believer? Canst thou find any reason why thou art so often mourning instead of rejoicing? Why yield to\r\ngloomy anticipations? Who told thee that the night would never end in day? Who told thee that the winter of thy discontent would\r\nproceed from frost to frost, from snow and ice, and hail, to deeper\r\nsnow, and yet more heavy tempest of despair? Knowest thou not that day follows night, that flood comes after ebb, that spring and\r\nsummer succeed winter? Hope thou then! Hope thou ever! for God fails thee not. --C. H. Spurgeon.\r\nHe was better to me than all my hopes; He was better than all my fears;\r\nHe made a bridge of my broken works, And a rainbow of my tears.\r\nThe billows that guarded my sea-girt path, But carried my Lord on their crest;\r\nWhen I dwell on the days of my wilderness march I can lean on His love for the rest.\r\nHe emptied my hands of my treasured store, And His covenant love revealed,\r\nThere was not a wound in my aching heart, But the balm of His breath hath healed.\r\nOh, tender and true was the chastening sore, In wisdom, that taught and tried,\r\nTill the soul that He sought was trusting in Him, And nothing on earth beside.\r\nHe guided by paths that I could not see, Byways that I have not know;\r\nThe crooked was straight, and the rough was plain As I followed the Lord alone.\r\nI praise Him still for the pleasant palms, And the water-springs by the way,\r\nFor the glowing pillar of flame by night, And the sheltering cloud by day.\r\nNever a watch on the dreariest halt, But some promise of love endears;\r\nI read from the past, that my future shall be Far better than all my fears.\r\nLike the golden Pot, of the wilderness bread, Laid up with the blossoming rod,\r\nAll safe in the ark, with the law of the Lord, Is the covenant care of my God.",1783499793888]