Welcome to "Quaint Words!”
These posts will contain thoughts, poems, and prayers from old books that I have found at antique stores, flea markets, and garage sales (with an occasional treasure from a bookstore).
I love the rhythm and sound of the older English language, and am blessed by other believers who have gone before me!
(A listing of books and authors, and also dates of individual postings from those books, will be found on my "QUAINT WORDS" page)
"Let us then cut every cord, and remove every barrier, that our souls may find no hindrance to their mounting up with wings as eagles to heavenly places in Christ Jesus.
We are commanded to have our hearts filled with song of rejoicing and to make inward melody to the Lord. But unless we mount up with wings this is impossible, for the only creature that can sing is the creature that flies...
Do you know anything of this life on wings, dear reader? Do you "mount up" continually to God out of and above earth's cares and trials, to that higher plane of life where all is peace and triumph; or do you plod wearily along on foot through the midst of your trials, and let them overwhelm you at every turn?
...It depends only upon the facts of an entire surrender and an absolute trust.
The lark soars singing from its nest,
And tell aloud
His trust in God, and so is blest
Let come what cloud.
He has no store, he sows no seed,
Yet sings aloud, and doth not heed.
Through cloudy day or scanty feed,
He sings to shame
Men who forget in fear of need
A Father's name.
The heart that trusts, forever sings,
And feels as light as it has wings;
A well of peace within it springs.
Come good or ill,
Whate'er today or morrow bring,
It is His will."
(From "The Christian's Secret Of a Happy Life" by Hannah Whitall Smith, c. 1888)
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