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And there is one, no friend is he,

But years has been my enemy;

Much wrong I've suffered at his hand;

But, as before my God I stand,

No angry thoughts my bosom move,

But pitying, sorrowing, yearning love.

If in that love a merit lies,

"Jesus, 'tis Thine," my full heart cries.

e. s. h.

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[he great multitude. Yes, it was sometimes a

dreary thought to me, that great unnumbered

throng, that crowd which no man could number;

and I one amongst the countless host. I felt a

sense of loneliness, of being lost amongst them; but God

taught me better.

I was driving out one day in the country, and in a narrow part of the wood met a very large flock of sheep; we had to draw aside, and wait to let them pass; while waiting we entered into conversation with the shepherd, and I remarked, "What a large flock of sheep, and they all look to me just alike." The shepherd turned upon me a look almost of pitying contempt as he replied, "Alike, ma'am! Why, there isn't any two of 'em a bit alike. I knows every one of them apart, just as well as I know my own children; and if there's one of 'em a bit poorly, I venture to say I should see it in a minute when I looked at 'em in the morning." We drove on, and I began to think, "Oh, that is just it. The multitude, all alike to me, with no distinctiveness, but to the Shepherd's eye, every one with its separate interests, each one different, all, and yet each by himself, the special object of the Shepherd's care. I came home and found the verse which tells of the Good Shepherd, who calls "His own sheep by name," yes, each one in that countless throng, personally loved, personally cared for, personally known to the Great Shepherd, and so intimately, that He calls them by their name. To John, as he looked, it was a countless throng, but to the Shepherd's eye each one as precious, as dear as if the only one, to be personally known to Jesus—each one holding communion with Him, and learning in its fullest sense the meaning of the words "Who loved Me, and gave Himself for Me." And now I love to think of that great multitude, and of joining in their one great anthem of praise "To Him who loved us, and washed us from our sins in His own blood, to Him be glory and dominion for ever."

"He knows His sheep,
He counts them, and He calleth them by name;

He goes before;
They follow, as He leads through flood or flame.

O Lamb of God!
True Shepherd and true Lamb Thou both in one,

Us lead, us feed,
Till, all our wanderings done, we reach the throne."

H. C.

THE sultry sun was shining o'er the Galilean hills,
With golden radiance flooding its valleys, woods and rills;
An eager crowd had gathered by the calm unruffled lake,
Listening with awe-struck wonder to the words of One who spake.

Into a boat He entered, which lay at anchor near,
And the people, waiting round Him, stood on the shore to hear.
The corn was springing fresh and bright beneath the sunny glow,
In solemn tones the words He said—" A sower went forth to sow."

But what befel the scattered seed, the sower's goodly grain?
Will it take root, where it may fall, and bring forth fruit again?
Shall "first the blade and then the ear" ere long be seen up-
springing!
And then "the full com in the ear," the joy of harvest bringing t

Alasl not all will prosper, for on the wayside bare
Some precious seed has fallen, and will be wasted there;
For, hovering overhead, behold the greedy birds of prey
Ready, as soon as it may fall, to carry it away.

Some fell on stony places, and when the sun was high
The blade which sprang up all too soon began to droop and die.
And some fell where the brambles were growing rank and tall,
The thorns came up and choked it, and it bore no fruit at all.

Some fell upon the fertile soil, and striking deep its root
Bore, to make glad the sower's heart, rich stores of golden fruit."
The story then is ended they had listened to that day;
And now the restless multitudes begin to move away.

But some there are who linger, saying in accents low,
"Explain to us Thy story; its meaning we would know."
"To you who seek," the Lord replied, "it surely shall be given
To comprehend those hidden things which point from earth to
heaven.

Thank God that you have seen them, and that your ears have heard
What others longed to see and hear, whose hope was still deferred.
God's word of truth is likened unto the scattered seed;
To all the message has been sent, but all will not take heed.

Some hearts are like the wayside, where the seed uncovered lay,
And Satan, ever on the watch, snatches it soon away.
Some hear the word with gladness, but when temptations lour,
Having no root within themselves, they fail in danger's hour.

With some it is that earthly cares, with others earthly pleasure,
Like thorns that grew among the wheat, have choked the heavenly

treasure. But those whose hearts have been prepared the blessing to receive, With gladness hail the word of truth, accept it and believe; Bringing forth fruit with patience all through their earthly days, Their lives from youth to age show forth their Heavenly Father's

praise."

But not alone for those who dwelt beside that silver sea
Did Christ this parable declare; the message is to thee.
And as we read its story o'er, a voice sounds in our ear—
A warning voice that whispers low, "Oh, take heed how ye hear.

Be not like those who built their house upon the shifting sand, Be doers of the word, and build where firm the rock shall stand. So shall your path shine more and more unto that perfect day, The brightness of whose glory shall never fade away."

V. E. T.

Sarranuntal Hgmn.

Wx come unto Thy table, Lord,
In sweet remembrance of Thy love;
We come, obedient to Thy Word,
The richness of Thy grace to prove.

We plead the blood that Thou hast shed,

Thy body broken on the tree;
We trust the words which Thou hast said

When Thou didst bid us come to Thee.

Thou hast invited, and we come

With solemn joy to meet Thee here:

The Spirit on our hearts doth move,
And we approach with holy fear.

Our deep unworthiness we own,

Our multitudes of sin confess;
And for acceptance trust alone

Unto Thy perfect righteousness.

The bread and wine before us spread
As emblems of Thy death we see;

And as our lips by these are fed,
So feast our souls by faith on Thee.

Oh, gracious Saviour, deign to bless
The mystic emblems we receive;

And let our future lives confess

As saved by Thee by Thee we live.

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Ne fine summer evening a little party, consisting of a father and mother, their four children, and the gardener, stood on the lawn in a well-cultivated garden, admiring the flowers that grew on the

trimly-kept beds, and enjoying the delicious coolness of

the fragrant air.

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