sacrifice ours, his self-denial, love and charity ours, his kingdom our inheritance, and his triumph and glory ours-to feel that to spend and be spent in his service, to be instant in season and out of season in winning souls to Christ, is our life-to feel that pain is pleasure, and weariness rest, and tribulation glory, and death gain, when endured as good soldiers of Jesus Christ-this is to shine with a glory which death itself shall not eclipse, but which rising in a brighter dawn, in a better land, in a hemisphere encircled by the eternal hills watered by the river of life, and luxuriant as the paradise of God, shall shine more and more throughout the unending day of our ever brightening immortality.

Dear reader! Can you take God's will, and word, and decree as your inheritance? Can you say, Thy kingdom, O Christ, is over all, thy power will subjugate all, and thy glory will obscure all? As it is in thy so is it in thy promises. So be it

until thy will is "done on earth as it is done in heaven."

What say you reader?
reader? Can you venture
on Christ's promise all you love and live
for, and life itself? Dr. Watts said, "I have
faith enough to venture body, soul, and spirit
for an eternity upon it." The Rev. John
Hyatt was for many years co-pastor with
the Rev. Matthew Wilks, of the congrega-
tions at the Tabernacle and Tottenham-court
chapel. His venerable colleague, who called
upon him a few hours before his death, in
a characteristic conversation said, "Is all
right for another world?"

"I am very happy," said Mr. Hyatt.
"Have you made your will?"

Mistaking the question-"The will of the
Lord be done!" said the dying Christian.
"Shall I pray with you?"

"Yes, if you can;" alluding to Mr. Wilks's feelings, at that moment considerably excited.

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They contend. earnestly even unto blood, striving against sin and Satan. They are baptized with a baptism of fire. They have trial of cruel mocking and scourging, yea, moreover, of bonds and imprisonment. They are stoned. They are sawn asunder. They are tempted with grievous, and unspeakable, yea, fiendish atrocities. They wander about in nakedness, and peril, in hunger, and thirst. They are destitute, afflicted, tormented. They are mangled, hewn to pieces, and even crucified.

But to them to live is Christ, and to die gain. They conquer though they die. Yea, they are more than conquerors through him that loveth them; whose grace is sufficient, and whose felt presence is perfect peace, and a present heaven. Christ is the strength of their failing heart, the light of their fading eye. They grasp their banner firmly, even in death,

have kept the faith. They have let no man take their crown. And as the dimness of death seals the closing eyelid, and glazes the vacant eyeball, and the cold chill freezes their heart's blood, their spirit revives on seeing Christ's banner waving still over them. And as a dying patriot requested that the flag under which he had fought and conquered might be placed under his head for a pillow, while life was ebbing away, so does the Christian, whose pulse of life is fleeting, pillow his sinking head on his Saviour's bosom; while the last beat of his heart sends up to heaven the shout, "Thanks be to God, who giveth us the victory through our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ."

And may He, whose is the kingdom, and the power, and the life, and the glory, first work in each of us to will, and then to do his good pleasure here; and then by his unspeakable grace make us partakers of his