Endeavor to know the Father; bury your head in his bosom in deep repentance, and confess that you are not worthy to be called his son; receive the kiss of his love; let the ring which is the token of his eternal faithfulness be on your finger; sit at his table and let your heart make merry in his grace.

Then press forward and seek to know much of the Son of God; know him as eternal God, and yet suffering, finite man; follow him as he walks the waters with the tread of deity, and as he sits upon the well in the weariness of humanity. Be not satisfied unless you know much of Jesus Christ as your Friend, your Brother, your Husband, your all.

The life of each one of the redeemed contains a world of wonders, and therefore each should render a wealth of praises. Who can recount the marvels of grace which the Lord has wrought for his church? They are as high above our thoughts as the heavens

are high above the earth. When shall these dumb tongues learn to praise him? Our harps are cobwebbed with inexcusable neglect. "Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early."