Every new trial, and every fresh cross

(Mary Winslow)

Every new trial, and every fresh cross,
drives me into the very bosom of Jesus;
and it seems as if I could lie there, and
feel the very throbbings of His loving heart.
I am His, and in His own loving hands, and
can fully trust Him for all.

In the cup of trial we are called to drink,
there is no wrath--all is love, though faith
may be tried, and we may for a season weep.

Whatever draws or drives us to Christ is
a mighty blessing. How needful are these
high winds and storms to cause us to cling
to our heavenly Pilot, and to speed our way
to our blessed harbor of eternal rest!