In order to grow in grace, we must be much alone. It is not in society that the soul grows more vigorously. In ONE SINGLE QUIET HOUR OF PRAYER, it (the soul) will often make more progress, than in days of company with others. It is in the desert that the DEW FALLS FRESHEST and the AIR IS PUREST. —-A. Bonar.
Come ye yourselves apart and rest awhile
Weary, I know it, of the press and throng
Wipe from your brow the sweat and the dust of toil
And in My quiet strength again be strong.
Come ye aside from all the world holds dear
For converse which the world has never known
Alone with Me, and with My Father here
With Me and with My Father not alone.
Come, tell Me all that ye have said and done
Your victories and failures, hopes and fears
I know how hardly souls are wooed and won
My choicest wreaths are always wet with tears.
Come ye and rest; the journey is too great
And ye will faint beside the way and sink
The bread of life is here for you to eat
And here for you the wine of love to drink.
Then fresh from converse with your Lord return
And work till daylight softens into even
The brief hours are not lost in which ye learn
More of your Master and His rest in Heaven.