And in the final glorification of those saints every man will say nothing of his own efforts, but all the praise will be unto him who hath redeemed us unto God, and washed us in his blood.

To what extent, then, may we expect God will lend his forces to work out our plans?  First, in so far as those forces have to do with the maturing and perfecting of our character they become his plans.  No energy will be withheld.  All our plans should be such.  The end in character may often be attained as well by failure of our plans as by success.  God has to choose the poor in this world’s things, rich in faith, to do his great work.  And he has to make “the best laid schemes o’ mice and men gang aft a-gley” to get the desired outcome of character.  He is then working with, not against, us.  He would rather have any star for his crown of glory than tons of perishable gold.

But outside of our plans and work for ourselves what cooperation may we expect in our plans and work for others?

Every preacher knows that for spiritual work in saving others the word of the Lord is true, “Without me ye can do nothing.”  There must be an outpouring of the Spirit or there is no Pentecost.  Over against that settled conviction is the thrice-blessed command and assurance of the Master, “Go preach my Gospel; and lo, I am with you alway” (blessed iteration), “unto the end of the world.”  That has not yet come.

But there are other enterprises men must push—­mines to be dug, railroads to be surveyed and built, slaves to be emancipated, farms to be cultivated, mischiefs framed by a law to be averted, charities to be exercised, schools to be founded, and generally a living to be gotten.  To what extent may we expect divine aid?

First, all these things are his purposes and plans.  But since it is necessary for our development that we do our level best, he will not do what we can.  We can plant and water, but God only can give the increase.  Even the fable maker says that a teamster, whose wagon was stuck in the mud, seeing Jupiter Omnipotens riding by on the chariot of the clouds, dropped on his knees and implored his help.  “Get up, O lazy one!” said Jupiter; “clear away the mud, put your shoulder to the wheel, and whip up your horses.”  We may call on God to open the rock in the dry and thirsty land where no water is, but not to lift our teacups.  It is no use to ask God for a special shower when deep plowing is all that is needed.  It is no use to ask God to build churches, send missionaries, endow schools, and convert the world, till we have done our best.