the thief on the cross to tell you how fully and freely he was forgiven by God, how graciously and gladly he was received by Christ. Are you still afraid? I invite Saul of Tarsus to relate to you the story of his conversion, and set before you the way of life. Do you still feel that your sins are too great for forgiveness? I call upon Mary of Magdala to repeat how seven devils were cast out of her; how she, a harlot and a degraded woman, was washed in blood. I ask her to pronounce on your listening ear, in the full, deep emphasis of her own salvation, her experience, that you may hear her confession :

"Love I much, I'm much forgiven:
I'm a miracle of grace."

Soul immortal, do you know this Saviour? Methinks I hear some one reply, "No, I do not know him." How strange! He came from heaven for you, laid aside his glorious robes for you; and yet you do not know him! For you he was scourged, mocked, insulted, and tried ; and yet you do not know him! He sweat blood for you in sad Gethsemane, was

raised for you to the cross of Calvary; and yet you do not know him! How strange! For you his blood did once atone, and now his mercy keeps you out of hell; and yet you do not know him! Poor man! You do not know the loveliest and best being in the universe, the just God and Saviour of a lost world. Poor man!

COME NOW.

Now is the time:

This Sabbath's setting sun

May be the signal that thy race is run.

See Jesus, waiting at the heavenly gate.
Come now: to-morrow it may be too late.

Now is the time:

Ere night's dark curtain drop,

Thy Maker may command thy breath to stop. See Jesus, waiting at the heavenly gate. Come now: to-morrow it may be too late.

Now is the time:

The Spirit's gentle voice

Knocks at thy heart and pleads, believe, rejoice. See Jesus, waiting at the heavenly gate. Come now: to-morrow it may be too late.

Now is the time:

Beyond the narrow grave

Repentance has no longer power to save.
See Jesus, waiting at the heavenly gate.
Come now: to-morrow it may be too late.

Now is the time:

Accept and thou shalt see

The brightness of his glorious Majesty.
See Jesus, waiting at the heavenly gate.
Come now: to-morrow it may be too late.

YOUR MISSION.

Hark! the voice of Jesus crying,
"Who will go and work to-day?
Fields are white, and harvests waiting:
Who will bear the sheaves away?"

ANON.

Loud and long the Master calleth;

Rich reward he offers free:

Who will answer, gladly saying,

"Here am I: send me, send me"?

If you cannot cross the ocean,
And the heathen lands explore,
You can find the heathen nearer,
You can help them at your door.
If you cannot give your thousands,
You can give the widow's mite;
And the least you give for Jesus
Will be precious in his sight.

If

you

cannot speak like angels, If you cannot preach like Paul, You can tell the love of Jesus, You can say he died for all.

If

you cannot rouse the wicked With the judgment's dread alarms, You can lead the little children

To the Saviour's waiting arms.

Let none hear you idly saying,
“There is nothing I can do,"
While the souls of men are dying,
And the Master calls for you.

Take the task he gives you gladly;
Let your work your pleasure be;
Answer quickly when he calleth,
"Here am I: send me, send me."

ANON.