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AFTER FIVE YEARS of struggling, at last victory seemed won. In the fall of 1896, while living with Nettie in Davenport, at the age of twenty-two Martha Wing “received the witness of the Spirit.” “Lightly on wings of Heavenly Love I swept, nothing doubting, to far heights above; Holding my Saviour’s all-strengthening Hand Just within sight of the fair Promised Land, Just one more step to the long-looked-for goal Where one’s heart is all God’s, and all His one’s soul.” Now she had peace and joy and spiritual strength, at least, with which to endure her physical ills. In the midst of her afflictions she could write in December (1896) this poem which expressed her faith: When the dark clouds of care gather o’er me And the path seems too rough for my feet, There comes, like rare music, to cheer me A promise most wonderfully sweet. I know whatsoever betide me, “The Lord is a Refuge for me. I’ll cast all my burdens upon Him; My strength He has promised to be. Sometimes, when I feel like repining, My pathway hidden in gloom, My skies overclouded with sorrows, Flowers of faith forgotten to bloom, When all of Nature’s great organ Seems jarring in dreary discord, Like a note of pure music from Heaven Comes “Your Refuge and Strength is the Lord.” There are times when the path is so netted With thickets of thorns that oppose, That I almost despair of an opening ‘Til I remember that God always knows Every branch, every bramble and brier, And for faith He will give me His power To discern the weak points of the thicket; Yea! the Lord is my Strength and my Tower. Be the pathway thorny and stony, Be it low in the valley of woe, Be it up the mountain’s steep side way Where heart almost fails as I go, I know that ‘tis His strength that will aid me, That His Hand will ne’er let me fall; He’ll ne’er lead where I cannot follow; He knows the temptations of all. Oh, why should I ever forget it? Why should I ever know fear? Why should earth’s sounds clash so loudly That I should e’er fail to hear The voice of my Lord and my Saviour Speaking so gently to me, Saying, “I am thy Rock and thy Tower;” Saying, “I’ll be a Refuge for thee.” And two months later, February, 1897, Martha penned this sincere desire, entitled, “A Prayer”: My Father, keep me Day by day; Guide Thou my footsteps All the way. Keep me unspotted, Free from sin, Loyal without And pure within. Help me Thy purpose To fulfill; Give me desire To do Thy will. Help me to make My light so shine That all may know Thy power divine. Make Thy dear love So show through me That men may gladly Turn to Thee; That naught I do Or naught I say May turn from Thee Dear souls away. And oh, I ask That those I love May find a Home With me above, That in that Heaven Beyond the tomb Thou wilt, dear Lord, Prepare them room. My Lord, I ask it In the name Of Christ, Thy Son, Who gladly came From Heaven’s glory To earth’s dark night To lead lost sinners To the light. —Amen. What better prayer could anyone pray? Could any de­sires be higher or holier? Surely all was now well with Martha Wing’s soul. Truthfully she could sing that now she was: “Close to my Saviour, so close I could hear His whisper of Love, ‘My child, have no fear; Yield all that thou hast, yield freely to Me Thy life and thy love, Mine ever to be. I’ll shelter thee close in Mine Omnipotent Arms Where storms cannot hurt, and sin ne’er alarms.’” Here was the old, familiar call to “total self-surrender”! What would she do with it this time? Never before had she known such joy in the Lord. Surely His will must be sweet. But she records: “I paused, and the light of His face grew less bright; ‘Dear Jesus,’ I faltered, ‘I know it is right That Thou shouldst have all; and all I give Thee, Save one little thing. ‘Tis so precious to me, I have loved it so long, this thing must be mine; 0, say me not nay, for all else is Thine.’” “One little thing!” Really it was not “little” anymore, for her ambition to be a writer had grown so that now it was the one consuming passion of her life. So, she deliberated. She knew Jesus wanted her “altogeth­er”. But then there was this talent which certainly God had given her. Why would He want her to give up something He had given? Couldn’t she keep it and “use it for Jesus even”? A plausible thought! But it was a çompromise, and God would be satisfied with nothing short of unconditional surrender. “I meant to be a very good Christian, but Christ wasn’t first.” And that, and that alone, was what He wanted - to be first in her life, her “all, no other interest or joy —Jesus only.” But Martha Wing was not ready for that. At last she made what to her was her final decision: —under no circumstances would she give up her writing. With this fateful decision: “The light grew more dim; my heart lost its glow, But He still held my hand, for He never lets go ‘Til we thrust Him aside; and there to His Hand I clung, while I stood, outside the Fair Land, ‘Til the light faded quite, and cold as a stone Grew my heart, and I stood, in the darkness, alone. “Drifting away from the blessed Son of God, Drifting away from the path that He trod, Downward from heights of Infinite Joy Where sin cannot harm, nor Tempter destroy, Swift I went back to earth’s darkness and din, Driven downward from God by one little sin.

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