IN HIS PRESENCE.IB the secret of Ills presence,I am kept from strife of tongue*} His pavilion is around me.Aud within nre ceaseless sougst Stormy winds. His words fulfilling. Beat without, but oan not harm. For tlje Master's voice Is stilling Storm and tempest to a calm.In tho secrot of His presence All tho dorkness disappears}For a sun that knows no setting ^ Throws a rainbow on my tears.So tho day grows over lighter.Whole No. mfore it kills the tender blossoms.That’s a good deal the way wi wine. It deceives- and- mocks i makes us merry for awhile but in tl end brings aorrow and wretchedne to body and soul.“God made grapes, not wine; v may eat the luscious grapes, ealt; little skin-bottle full of its cool, swe juice, and never. npvrr on ronll.