"Hallowed be your name; your kingdom come; your will be done in earth as it is in Heaven." Let not your prayers be all concerning your own sins, your own wants, your own imperfections, your own trials, but let them climb the starry ladder, and get up to Christ himself, and then, as you draw near to the

blood-besprinkled mercy-seat, offer this prayer continually, "Lord, extend the kingdom of your dear Son." Such a petition, fervently presented, will elevate the spirit of all your devotions. Mind that you prove the sincerity of your prayer by laboring to promote the Lord's glory.

The wine pressed from the grapes of Sodom may sparkle and foam, but the dregs thereof are death; only that which comes from the clusters of the true vine may be safely received as the wine of the kingdom, which makes glad the heart of God and man. When

Christ gives joy it is joy indeed; when the truth makes us glad it is true gladness. Holy joy is the joy of Heaven, and that, be you sure, is the very cream of joy.