I cannot discover that, up to this point, any one text had played a conspicuous part in precipitating the crisis which transfigured his life. But, after this, I find one sentence repeatedly on his lips. During a journey a man is often too engrossed with the perplexities of the immediate present to be able to review the path as a whole. But, when he looks back, he surveys the entire landscape in grateful retrospect, and is astonished at the multiplicity and variety of the perils that he has escaped. Henry Martyn had some such feeling. When, at the age of twenty-two, he entered the ministry, he was amazed at the greatness of the grace that had made such hallowed privileges and sacred duties possible to him. Even in his first sermon, we are told, he preached with a fervor of spirit and an earnestness of manner that deeply impressed the congregation. He preached as one who ne'er should preach again, And as a dying man to dying men. 'For,' he wrote, '_I am but a brand plucked from the burning_.' Again, when the needs of the world pressed like an intolerable burden upon his spirit, the same thought decided his course. On the _one_ hand, he saw a world lying in darkness and crying for the light. On the _other_ hand, he saw all those sweet and sacred ties that bound him to his native land--his devoted people, his admiring friends, and, hardest tie of all to break, the lady whom he had fondly hoped to make his bride. Here, on the _one_ hand, stood comfort, popularity, success and love! And here, on the _other_, stood cruel hardship, endless difficulties, constant loneliness, and an early grave! 'But how,' he writes, 'can I hesitate? _I am but a brand plucked from the burning!_' _A brand in peril of sharing the general destruction!_ _A brand seen, and prized, and rescued!_ _A brand at whose blaze other flames might be lit!_ _A brand plucked from the burning!_ IV '_Is not this a brand plucked from the burning?_'--it was John Wesley's text. To the end of his days John Wesley preserved the picture of the fire at the old rectory, the fire from which he, as a child of six, was only rescued in the nick of time. And, underneath the picture, John Wesley had written with his own hand the words: '_Is not this a brand plucked from the burning?_'