The great King, immortal, invisible, the Divine person, called the Holy Spirit, the Holy Spirit: it is he who quickens the soul, or else it would lie dead forever; it is he who makes it tender, or else it would never feel; it is he who imparts efficacy to the Word preached, or else it could never reach

further than the ear; it is he who breaks the heart, it is he who makes it whole.

There dwells upon this earth a mysterious Being, whose office is to renew the fallen and restore the wandering. We cannot see Him, or hear Him, yet He dwells in some of us as Lord of our nature. His chosen residence is a broken heart and a contrite spirit.

Every good thing that is in a Christian, not merely begins, but progresses, and is consummated by the fostering grace of Jesus Christ. If my finger were on the golden latch of Paradise, and my foot were on its jasper threshold, I could not take the last

step so as to enter its blissful abodes unless the grace which brought me so far should enable me fully and fairly to complete my pilgrimage. Jonah's sentence is full of sea-salt and of the salt of wisdom, "Salvation is of the Lord."