If there be therefore any consolation [comfort] in Christ, if any comfort of love, if any fellowship of the Spirit, if any bowels and mercies, fulfil ye my joy, that ye be likeminded, having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind—Phil. 2: 1, 2.


What exhortations these are to unity, peace, brotherly kindness! How  they suggest to us patience, forbearance, gentleness, helpfulness and comfort one toward another in the Church; that thus the Spirit of the Lord may abound in all, that each may make the greatest possible progress in the right way. Dear brethren, let us more and more be worthy of the name of Barnabas—Comforter of the brethren. Let us have the holy Spirit abounding in us more and more, for this is the Lord's good pleasure; that with it dwelling in us richly we may be all sons and daughters of comfort in Zion, representatives of our Father, and channels of the holy Spirit, as well as of the Truth.


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Nothing pleases the Lord's servants more than the spiritual prosperity of those whom they serve; for these are their spiritual children, for whose welfare they labor and for whose ultimate victory they lay down their lives. This thought should move the Lord's people to strive to gladden the hearts of those who minister to them. And let the Lord's servants rejoice in seeing the rich fruits of the Spirit, particularly in the various forms of love, abundantly growing in their spiritual children; and so the spiritual mother and children will rejoice together in the Lord.


Parallel passages: 2Cor. 13: 14; John 7: 39; 1John 3: 24; Phil. 1: 8; Col. 3: 12; John 3: 29; Rom. 12: 16; 1Cor. 1: 10; Phil. 3: 16; 2Cor. 13: 11; Phil. 1: 26, 27.


Questions: What were the week's experiences in line with this text? What did they effect?




IN the secret of His presence

How my soul delights to hide:

Oh, how precious are the lessons

Which I learn at Jesus' side.

Earthly cares can only vex me,

Trials never lay me low,

And when Satan comes to tempt me,

To the secret place I go.


When my soul is faint and thirsty,

 'Neath the shadow of His wing

There is cool and pleasant shelter,

And a fresh and crystal spring.

And my Savior rests beside me,

As we hold communion sweet;

If I tried, I could not utter

What He says, when thus we meet.


Only this: I know, I tell Him

All my doubts, and griefs, and fears;

Oh, how patiently He listens,

And my drooping heart He cheers.

Do you think He ne'er reproves me?

What a false friend He would be,

If He never, never told me

Of the faults which He must see.


Do you think that I could love Him

Half so well, or as I ought,

If He did not plainly tell me

Each displeasing word and thought?

No! for He is very faithful,

And that makes me trust Him more,

For I know that He doth love me,

Though sometimes He wounds me sore.


Would you like to know the sweetness

Of this secret of the Lord?

Go and hide beneath His shadow,

This shall then be your reward.

And whene'er you leave the silence

Of that happy meeting place,

You must mind and bear the image

Of the Master in your face.


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