TO humbler functions, awful Power!
I call Thee: I myself commend
Unto Thy guidance from this hour;
Oh, let my weakness have an end!
Give unto me, made lowly wise,
The spirit of self-sacrifice;
The confidence of reason give;
And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live.
SO is there no such measurer of the way eternal as the daily sacrifice. As its silent index comes round, the steadiness or trembling of our spirits shows how our reckoning stands with God; and when we feel not its return, save by the passage across our hearts of a clearer peace and brighter love, it is no slight indication that our course is ready to be finished, and the hour come that we should be glorified.
O place, however beautiful, can be perfectly beautiful till the light from the lamp of self sacrifice falls upon it.