entering into the fellowship of the Passion of Christ, a determination to suffer with Him and to spend and be spent in His service.' Francis never forgot that moment. His whole soul overflowed with the intensity of his affection for his Saviour. To the end of his days he could never think of the Cross without tears; yet he never knew whether those tears were prompted by admiration, pity, or desire. When he arose and left the little sanctuary, he felt, as Bunyan's pilgrim felt, that he had lost his load, and lost it for ever. But he felt that he had assumed another. He had taken up the Cross. He had devoted himself to its service. '_God forbid_,' he cried, '_that I should glory save in the Cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom the world is crucified unto me and I unto the world._' When, five centuries later, Isaac Watts surveyed the wondrous Cross on which the Prince of Glory died, his contemplation led to the same resolve: Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God! All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. And so, once more, without knowing the words, Francis sang in his soul that song of consecration. '_I looked and looked and looked again!_' say Francis and Spurgeon, six centuries apart. '_It was very surprising to me that the sight of the Cross should thus ease me of my burden!_' say Francis and Bunyan, with four centuries between. '_Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast save in the death of Christ my God!_' cry Francis and Isaac Watts, undivided by a chasm of five hundred years. In the presence of the Cross all the lands are united and all the ages seem as one. V '_God forbid that I should glory save in the Cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom the world is crucified unto me and I unto the world._' In the one cross Francis saw--as Paul did--three crucifixions. He saw on the Cross _his Lord crucified for him_. He saw on the Cross _the world crucified to him_. He saw on the Cross _himself crucified to the world_.