“Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion?”

He looses the bands of Orion, and none but he. What a blessing it is that he can do it! O that he would perform the wonder tonight! Lord, end my winter, and let my spring begin. I cannot, with all my longings, raise my soul out of her death and dullness, but all things are possible with thee. I need celestial influences, the clear shinings of thy love, the beams of thy grace, the light of thy countenance; these are the Pleiades to me. I suffer much from sin and temptation; these are my wintry signs, my terrible Orion. Lord, work wonders in me, and for me. Amen.

Daily Help.