. Living and loving; selections from the devotional works of Professor A. Tholuck for every day of the month;. us to work out our own salvation, that we expectnothing else than to be told that the power both to willand to do it is in our own hand. But no ; rather dostthou incite us to work by the thought that both our will-ing and doing proceed from thee. And in this, O heav-enly wisdom, I understand thy purpose. O, how muchholier men would be if they would but receive with fearand trembling the yearnings and impulses in their bos-oms, as if these were the heralds of a mighty monarchwho brings
. Living and loving; selections from the devotional works of Professor A. Tholuck for every day of the month;. us to work out our own salvation, that we expectnothing else than to be told that the power both to willand to do it is in our own hand. But no ; rather dostthou incite us to work by the thought that both our will-ing and doing proceed from thee. And in this, O heav-enly wisdom, I understand thy purpose. O, how muchholier men would be if they would but receive with fearand trembling the yearnings and impulses in their bos-oms, as if these were the heralds of a mighty monarchwho brings a blessing with him where he is welcomed,but where he is repulsed leaves behind him a curse !The longing of a human soul after thee is thy boon;and when a mortal spirit yearns for God, it is a proofthat God has already yearned for it. Even an Easternpoet could say: — Each * Lord, appear, thy lips pronounce, contains my Here ami —A special messenger I send, veiled in thine every sigh;Thy love is but a girdle of the love I bear to thee,And sleeping in thy Come, O Lord, there lies * Here, son, from Jfitteentb Bag 27 THE SACREDNESS OF SOLITUDE. GOD, how sacred to me were the hourswhich I spent in solitude with thee! Mysoul emerged from them as if from a its daily avocations, life with its mul-titudinous sounds rushes past like a roaring waterfall,deafening our ears so that we cannot understand our-selves, nor even God, when he speaks to us. How dif-ferently do all things appear, how different we appear toourselves, when, after the bustle of the day, sacred andsilent night has crept on! Then do voices within andaround us, which before found no articulate words,begin to speak. Often, however, these voices are pain-ful to the hearer, and therefore it is that he flies fromhours of solitude. But shut not thine ears, dear reader :among them there is many a voice that calls thee home,and such a voice is always sad. But wilt thou, for nobetter reason than merely to sp
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