ABSTRACT
I must sink the thought of my work in that of His to Whom all the ends of the earth are equally dear. Labour here may be enjoined, but not necessarily success. It may be reserved for us to achieve it through weaker instruments. It may not be meant for us at all. But it is quite sure that patience and hope are meant for us, and zealous striving and thankfulness for all our many blessings. And beyond the small sphere of our labour all God's world lies, and the harvests are appointed by Him.
