Froude maintains that these verses are immoral. It is only by 'doing,' he argues, that the work of the world can ever get done. And if you describe 'doing' as 'deadly' you set a premium upon indolence and lessen the probabilities of attainment. The best answer to Froude's plausible contention is the _Life of Hudson Taylor_. Hudson Taylor became convinced, as a boy, that 'the whole work was finished and the whole debt paid.' 'There is nothing for me to do,' he says, 'but to fall down on my knees and accept the Saviour.' The chapter in his biography that tells of this spiritual crisis is entitled '_The Finished Work of Christ_,' and it is headed by the quotation: Upon a life I did not live, Upon a death I did not die, Another's life, Another's death I stake my whole eternity. And, as I have said, the very words that Froude so bitterly condemns are quoted by Hudson Taylor as a reflection of his own experience. And the result? The result is that Hudson Taylor became one of the most prodigious toilers of all time. So far from his trust in '_the Finished Work of Christ_' inclining him to indolence, he felt that he must toil most terribly to make so perfect a Saviour known to the whole wide world. There lies on my desk a Birthday Book which I very highly value. It was given me at the docks by Mr. Thomas Spurgeon as I was leaving England. If you open it at the twenty-first of May you will find these words: '_"Simply to Thy Cross I cling" is but half of the Gospel. No one is really clinging to the Cross who is not at the same time faithfully following Christ and doing whatsoever He commands_'; and against those words of Dr. J. R. Miller's in my Birthday Book, you may see the autograph of _J. Hudson Taylor_. He was our guest at the Mosgiel Manse when he set his signature to those striking and significant sentences. VI '_We Build Like Giants; we Finish Like Jewelers!_'--so the old Egyptians wrote over the portals of their palaces and temples. I like to think that the most gigantic task ever attempted on this planet--the work of the world's redemption--was finished with a precision and a nicety that no jeweler could rival. '_It is finished!_' He cried from the Cross. '_Tetelestai! Tetelestai!_' When He looked upon His work in Creation and saw that it was good, He placed it beyond the power of man to improve upon it. To gild refinèd gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. And, similarly, when He looked upon His work in Redemption and cried triumphantly '_Tetelestai_,' He placed it beyond the power of any man to add to it.