THE KING’S. BUSINESS
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One sign of this was that whereas formerly the Bible lay on the desk among the other books, now if anyone came into the office Mr. Finney would put it away out of sight hastily lest the visitdr should suspect that he was interested in religious matters. How strange are the workings of God’s Spirit and of the human heart! So far was Mr. Gale from understanding or even suspecting (To be
what was going on in his parishioner’s life, that when he first heard he was converted he ’ refused absolutely to believe it. We have dwelt thus at length on Mr. Finney’s experiences before conversion, be cause we feel that much that marked his unique ministry can only be appreciated fully by understanding how he was pre pared for and called into it. continued)
BEHOLD, HE COMETH
By WILLIAM OLNEY *
S O in the awful carnage and red death thou carriest in thy train, O cruel war! Like a thunder clap before the morn, Or storm that clears the air and purifies; Thy battle fields are blessings in disguise, And of their locks of “frightfulness” are shorn— Being Christ’s morning Star. •D eacon, M etropolitan T abernacle, London, E ngland. He answered: “Yet sbuls are sick, And souls in the dark, undone.” I said: “I shall miss the light, . And friends will miss me, they say.” He answered: “Choose tonight Whether I am. to miss you or they.” I pleaded for time to be given; He said: “Is it hard to decide? It will not be hard in heaven To have followed the steps of your Guide.” Then into His hand went mine,
'T 'H E noisy preparation witnesseth the -*• Coming of the Ruler looked for long! Pull down the things which might offend His eye! Uproot the obstacles—throw down the wall! What though loss be endured, and tears may fall! One thing shall recompense the misery— He brings the triumph song! A/T ANY requests have come for the fol- lowing poem which Dr. Evans quoted in an address at Montrose, Pa., and after wards quoted in an address here in Los Angeles. It is entitled, “The Two Ways” : I said: “Let me walk in the fields.” God said: “No, walk in the town.” I said: “There are no flowers there.” He said: “No flowers, but a crown.” I said: “But the skies are black; There is nothing but noise and din.” And He wept as He sent me back, “There is more,” He said, “there is sin.” I said: “But the clouds are thick, And fogs are veiling the sun.”
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And into my heart came H e; And I walk in a light divine The path I had feared to see.
—George Macdonald.
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