1-11, Hannah’s song was to inspire David, the Virgin-Mother, and countless others to sing hymns of praise. So the song of a bird will set the whole woodland ringing with the minstrelsy of a feathered chorus. We, too, shall sing some day! God will turn. the waters of our tears, which fill the jars to their brim, into the wine of joy. You, also, my friend, shall some day take your harp from the willows and get from it music which will go through the world to stir men’s sad hearts.

How full of the Lord the song is! The overflowing heart ascribes its rapture to the Roek of Ages. He saves; he is holy; he knows; he weighs; he kills and makes alive; he brings down to the grave and up; he will vindicate our trust. We do not prevail by strength, but by yielding ourselves into his hands. God answers our prayers thoroughly. The gifts that come from above are good and perfect. Bereaved mother, your little child is yours still, though hidden from your

eyes! Try to think of your beloved one as ministering to the Lord in the eternal temple!