SPE Comfort PEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet Lest I should fear and fall, and miss Thee so To lose the sense of losing! As a child Love, we are in God's hand. How strange now, looks the life He makes us lead; So free we seem, so fettered fast we are! I feel He laid the fetter: let it lie! ROBERT BROWNING. The Pilgrims THE way is long and dreary, ΤΗ The path is bleak and bare; More heavy was Thy burthen Oh, Lamb of God who takest The snows lie thick around us Our hearts are faint with sorrow Heavy and hard to bear; For we dread the bitter morrow, |