Into creation sin has brought confusion of every sort - confusion of thought, confusion of fact; but the Christian has a key of interpretation to it all. He has the secret with him by which he interprets every thing. He sees the confusion, he goes through it all, he feels it, but he cannot set things right. There are aching hearts he cannot touch, there are wrongs he cannot meddle with; yet, in the midst of all this labyrinth of evil, he knows the end of God.
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My joy, my life, my crown!
My heart was meaning all the day, Somewhat it fain would say;
And still it runneth up and down
With only this, my joy, my life, my crown.