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an invitation to officially take part in a San Francisco exposition, at an outlay of $500,- 000, while they manage to contract for new ironclads at $10,000,000 each, and offer all sorts of bonuses for the discovery of new combustibles and improved aeroplane de stroyers. We are flattering ourselves that we are living in an age of universal peace, when ,we are actually living in an age of universal war preparation.” W ould you know and serve the Lord? Taste the sweets His ways afford? Turn to Heaven a reverent look; Search the pages of the Book; Believe it; do it; word for word.—Y. “F or this is peace—to lose the lonely note Of self in love’s celestial-ordered strain; And this is joy—to find one’s self again, In Him whose harmonies forever float Through all the spheres of song, below, above— For God is music, even as God is love.” \ S this my day! O promise blest! Sweet words of comfort, words of rest! No more with boding fear I wait To read tomorrow’s hidden fate; Whate’er its ails, whate’er its tears, Whate’er its perils, pains, and fears, While sun and stars and worlds endure The old, sweet promise standeth sure. The hand that holds the world upbears My weary heart with all its cares. The eye that slumbers not has seen My graveyard mounds with grasses green. My Father’s pitying love has read The pain behind the tears I shed. How comforting His words to me, “Child, as thy day, thy strength shall be.” As this my day! my little day! My broken, troubled, thwarted day! The day whose roseate morning bloom Was quenched and darkened into gloom! The morn of gifts! the noon of loss! The lengthening shadow of the cross! Once more, my Father, say to me, “Child, as thy day, thy strength shall be.”
‘all.’ Good night.’’ The gentleman stood staring after him until he disappeared into the station, and then he muttered, “Go in at the first ‘all,’ and go out at the last ‘all.’ What does it mean?” When he ar rived home he got down a Bible. He turned to the text and read these words: “All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turn ed every one to his own way; and Je hovah hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.” “Go in at the first ‘all,’ ” he repeated. “All we like sheep have gone astray. I am to go in with that ‘all.’ Yes, I see. It just means that I am one of those who have gone astray. And go out with the last ‘all.’ ‘The Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all’. I see. Yes, I am to go out free with those whose iniquity has been laid on Christ.” That short, pithy com ment brought, by the Holy Spirit, light and peace to that man’s conscience and heart, and he rejoiced in Christ as his Saviour. D uring the late South African war, says Good Words, I stood on one of our main thoroughfares watching a regiment of red- coated soldiers marching to the quay to embark for the front. A friend came uo to me and asked what color I thought their tunics were. “Why red, to be sure,” I replied. “Look through that,” he said, handing me a piece of red glass. And to my amazement; when I looked through it, I saw a white-coated regiment pass before me! You look incredulous. It may seem improbable, but test it for yourself tomor row. Get a piece of red cloth and view it through a red glass, and you will find the cloth becomes white. So with our sins. Though they are as scarlet, the red blood of Christ will make them white as snow. “T he P owers ” profess that they are “anx ious to welcome a reign of universal peace; but they launch the biggest war vessel with the most tremendous armament the world has ever seen between these peaceful senti ments. They declare that in the interests of economy they feel constrained to decline
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