Sweet are the promises, kind is the word-- Dearer far than any message man ever heard! Pure was the mind of Christ--sinless I see; He the great example is, and pattern for me.
Where He leads I’ll follow-- Follow all the way! Where He leads I’ll follow-- Follow Jesus every day!
Sweet is the tender love Jesus has shown-- Sweeter far than any love that mortals have known! Kind to the erring one, faithful is He; He the great example is, and pattern for me!
Where He leads I’ll follow-- Follow all the way! Where He leads I’ll follow-- Follow Jesus every day!
List to His loving words: “Come unto Me.” Weary, heavy-laden, there is sweet rest for thee! Trust in His promises--faithful and sure; Lean upon the Savior, and thy soul is secure.
Where He leads I’ll follow-- Follow all the way! Where He leads I’ll follow-- Follow Jesus every day!
AS DEPICTED BY THE BRILLIANT AND NOTED PREACHER, T. DE WITT TALMAGE.
Grandmothers are more lenient with their children’s children than they were with their own.
At forty years of age, if discipline be necessary, chastisement is used; but at seventy, the grandmother, looking upon the misbehavior of the grandchild, is apologetic and disposed to substitute confectionery for whip.
There is nothing more beautiful than this mellowing of old age toward childhood. Grandmother takes out her pocket handkerchief and wipes her spectacles and puts them on, and looks down into the face of her mischievous and rebellious descendant, and says:
“I don’t think he meant to do it; let him off this time; I’ll be responsible for his behavior in the future.”
My mother, with the second generation around her--a boisterous crew--said one day: “I suppose they ought to be disciplined, but I can not do it. Grandmothers are not fit to bring up grandchildren.”
But here we have a grandmother of a different hue.
I have been at Jerusalem, where the occurrence that I shall describe took place, and the whole scene came vividly before me while I was going over the site of the ancient Temple and climbing the towers of the king’s palace.
Here is old Athaliah, the queenly murderess.
She ought to have been honorable. Her father was a king. Her husband was a king. Her son was a king. And yet we find her plotting for the extermination of the entire royal family, including her own grandchildren.