Does Christ receive us when we come to him, notwithstanding all our past sinfulness? Does he never chide us for having tried all other refuges first? And is there none on earth like him? Is he the best of all the good, the fairest of all the fair? Oh, then let us praise him! Daughters of Jerusalem, extol

him with timbrel and harp! Now let the standards of pomp and pride be trampled under foot, but let the cross of Jesus, which the world frowns and scoffs at, be lifted on high. Oh for a throne of ivory for our King! Let him be set on high forever, and let my soul sit at his footstool, and kiss his feet, and wash them with my tears.

What slow-coaches we have to deal with. You travel by broad-wheeled wagon to Heaven, even you who rush along by express-train in the world's business. Yes, you must attend to the world, and my Lord and Master may wait your convenience, as temporizing

Felix long ago desired; but this should not be. As soon as you know what your Lord would have you to do, every moment of unnecessary delay is a sin.