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for which to be thankful—whose paths have been smooth and easy. We have recently heard the story of an old Methodist Gospel singer who became afflicted with cancer of the tongue. When he was laid upon the operating table, he said, “Wait-'—will I ever sing again?” A lump came in the surgeon’s throat, and tears filled his eyes as he shook his head. “Then lift me up,” demanded the singer. “I’ll
Finney, reflect in their very presence the clear light of heaven in such a way as to bring conviction to the sinful! Why i s .it that the much-talked-of revival does not get started? Is God waiting until some of us get through talking and start living? How earnestly the Scriptures enjoin believers to “adorn the doctrine of God their. Saviour” in such a way as to impress,others with the reality of spiritual things!
sing my last song.” It was one of Watts’ hymns which he sang, a line of which goes: “I’ll praise my Maker While I ’ve breath.” May God search our hearts at this Thanksgiving season and convict us of the sin of ingratitude! The times in which we live fos ter forgetfulness of Him from Whom all blessings flow. Why Tarries th e World- Wide Revival? C HARLES FINNEY was once p a s s i n g ' through a room where a number of girls were em ployed in a manufacturing establishment. He was evi- • dently known to them, and they made every effort to upset his gravity. “Their levity,” he says, “made a peculiar impression upon me; I felt it to my very heart. I stopped short and looked at them; I knew not how, as my whole mind was absorbed with the sense of their guilt and danger. I observed that one of them became very much agitated. A thread broke. She at- ' tempted to mend it, but her hands so trembled that she could not do it. I imme diately observed that the sensation w a s spreading. One after another gave up' and paid no more attention to their looms. They fell on their knees. I had not spoken a w o r d , and the noise of the looms would have prevented my being heard, if I had.”
To be sure, nothing that we can do can improve the Gospel, any more than one could give purer whiteness to the lily or make more lustrous the sparkling dia mond. But we can make its power upon our lives vis ible. We can manifest it to others with such illustration and enforcement that others shall see Christ in us and glorify our Father which is in heaven. God give us Christian leaders today who will, like Charles Finney, clothe the precepts of the Gospel with an outward conduct so be coming its purity and dig- r. nity, that others must fed their need of Jesus. The re flex loveliness of Christ’s character in the soul, ex hibited in the homely garb of our outward everyday life, will do more than any thing else, we believe, to kindle the much-needed re vival. Men a r e looking, as never before, for “living epistles”. We believe the Lord is withholding His showers of blessing until there are more believers whose lives exhibit, like the opal in its pure transpar ency, the beautiful hues of grace, wm I Hit A Dentist-Cha ir M ed itation H AVE you ever noticed that dentists have a
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Once more the liberal yew laughs out,. O’er richer stores than gems or gold; Once mord'}'with harvest song and shout Is nature’s bloodless triumph told. Our common mother rests and sings, Like Ruth among her garnered sheaves; Her lap is full of goodly things, Her brow is bright with autumn leaves. And we today, amidst our flowers And fruits, have come to own again The blessings of the sum mer hours, The early and the latter rain.
To see again our Father’s hand Reverse for us the plen teous horn Of autumn, filled and running o’er With fruit, and flowers, and golden corn. We shut our eyes, the flowers bloom on, We murmur, but the corn ears fill, We choose the shadow, but the sun That casts it shines be hind us still. year : Oh, favors every made new! Oh, gifts with rain and sunshine sent! The bounty overruns our due. The fulness shames our discontent.
way of putting questions to a fellow as soon as they get his mouth propped open with some torturous instru-v ment, and large wads of cotton packed about his tongue so that he could not pos sibly speak a word? < The writer was in this position the other day when the dentist propounded a question we had scarcely expected to hear while sitting in a dentist’s chair: “Why did the children of Israel demand a king and want to become like the nations around them?” He waited for an answer, knowing full well that there was but one, unintelligible sound that we could make—a mere grunt.
At this moment the owner of the factory entered. “Stop the mill,” he said. “It is more important that souls should be saved than that this mill should be run.” A meeting of great power followed; and in a few days most of those factory hands, and the owner also, professed to have found salvation in Christ. The days in which we are living are days of much wrangling over Christian doctrines and much talking about the need of revival. Yet how few men there are who, like
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