Introduction

Mortality

Feeding the Lambs

Who Are Christ’s Lambs

Food for the Lambs

On Fruit Bearing

A Gazing-Stock

The Will

God Our Guide

  The Word Our Guide

  The Spirit’s Impressions

  God’s Providences

Fragrance

Seek First the Kingdom

Prayer

Meditation

Reverie (Poem)

A Theater

Rest of the Soul

Happiness of Life (Poem)

The Hidden Life

Consciousness of God’s Presence

Reflection

Becoming

Love of Home

Victory

The First Love

The Little Foxes

Spiritual Declension

Diligence

Lowliness

On Dress

The Elixir of Life

Rules for Every-Day Life

A Holy Life

A Solitary Way (Poem)

Stirring the Eagle’s Nest

Some Things You Should Not Do

Purity

Means for Growth

Lay Hold of Eternal Life

Crucifixion of Self

Love Not the World

Have a Care (Poem)

Affinities

The Guardian Angel

Fledging the Wings

Some Time (Poem)

The Precious Ointment

The Tree of Life

Eternity

Nearer to Thee (Poem)

Conclusion

Closing Exhortation

INTRODUCTION.

Out upon the sea of human life sails many a bark.  But, alas! how few are sailing tranquil waters.  Ascend with me to some solitary height and let us take a view of the innumerable human crafts as they sail out upon life’s broad ocean.  Many are being tossed to and fro upon the angry billows.  Hope is almost gone.  As they look forward into the distance all is dark and uncertain.  In the early days of their voyage all was peaceful.  They looked out over the broad expanse and saw only calm, contented waters, and hope beamed bright.  They fancied themselves anchoring, in a ripe old age, in a beautiful haven of rest somewhere behind the setting sun.  But they sailed only in the strength of human art.  Storms unexpected arose, and winds adverse beat upon them.

The high, wild, angry billows threaten their destruction, and they despair of ever entering their fancied golden port.  Above the blackness of the raging storm there is extended a delivering hand, but they see it not.  Their eyes are not upward; they are upon the turbulent waves.  Oh, how sad!  How pellucid would have been the waters and how serene in glory their voyage, if they had embarked in the strength of Him who at their request would have said to the angry waves, “Peace, be still,” and all would have been at rest.