meet the divine approval and call out the help of God. Just to put ourselves utterly at God's disposal is the clearing of all life. "Into Thy hands," is the solution of all difficulties. I sing a maiden That is matchless; King of all kings To her Son she ches. He came all so still To His Mother's bower, As dew in April That falleth on the flower. Mother and maiden Was never none but she; Well might such a lady God's Mother be. English, Fifteenth Century. |