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and say, “Not my will, but Thine, be done,” God will not 
say to us, “Neither Mine nor yours shall be done, but that 
of the heathen.” O no; God will not give them the reins 
of His government. Here we rest: God is ours in Christ; 
ours if we live, ours if we die, ours in all respects, our 
“Father and our Love.” ’ 
“Every day the position of the missionaries became more 
trying and more dangerous. The ovens in which the human 
bodies were cooked were very near their dwelling; and when 
cannibal feasts were held, the blinds were closed to shut out 
the revolting scene. But this greatly offended the natives, 
who also felt much annoyed at the interference of the stran- 
gers, and their faithful reproof of the wickedness of the land. 
“These bold and faithful servants of God were now plainly 
told that their lives were in danger, and would soon be at 
an end. One day Tuikilakila, the king’s son, club in hand, 
came in a fury to kill Mr. Lyth. He seized Mr. Hunt with 
one hand and Mr. Lyth with the other. Mr. Hunt begged 
him to be calm, and after considerable entreaty, succeeded 
in cooling him down; but the great man continued sulky for 
some days. 
“Threats were more and more plainly uttered, and one 
night there was every reason to believe that the murderous 
purpose of the savages was to be carried into effect. The 
natives, for some time past, had been growing bolder in 
their theft and insults and defiance, and now the end seemed 
at hand. 
“A strange and memorable night was that, in the great, 
gloomy house where the missionaries lived. Those devoted 
men and women looked at one another and at their little 
ones, and felt as those only can feel who believe that their 
hours are numbered. Then they went, all together, for help 
to Him who ever shelters those who trust in Him. They 
betook themselves to prayer. Surrounded by native mosquito 
curtains, hung up to hide them from any who might be peep- 
ing through the frail reed walls of the house, this band of 
