He loves to have us profess a giant’s grace if, in fact, we are empty. This scare-crow, when simmered down to a philosophical point, is _Fear_. It often presents the very frightful character of _Wildfire_, _Fanaticism_, _Nazarite_, etc. The Devil is exceedingly busy, on all occasions, at every means of grace, especially at quarterly and camp-meeting, to prevent the work of grace. One of the strangest things in connection with this work is that, the saints _professedly_, will help the Devil do his miserable work of unfurling the _scare-crow_ banner. How many inglorious defeats we have as “Pilgrims,” all through _fear_. Fear of what? Why, our reputation is at stake. Some are afraid the saints will shout more than is meet; others that they will jump too high; or the glory that is unutterable will become unmanageable in some way; or that the car of salvation will get out of the groove of modern quiet, still no excitement, sweet, precious holiness that disturbs nobody, kills nobody, resurrects nobody, leaving all in the cold embrace of death. From such we say, _Good Lord_, deliver us. It is exceedingly distressing to be where the work is managed by men full of _fear_. If a saint happens to get blessed, their appearance, the peculiar noise made, the length of the amen, the terror produced among the unsaved, _all_ must be critically tested by their rules of propriety. What we need is perfect love that casteth out fear; especially this tormenting fear. He that feareth is not made perfect in love. “For God has not given us the spirit of _fear_; but of power and love, and of a sound mind.” Thank God! we may be delivered out of the hand of our enemies, and serve him _without fear_, in holiness and righteousness before him _all the days of our life_.” “Give to the wind your fears, Hope and be undismayed.” “For whom the Son maketh free, shall be free indeed.” XXX. TRUST.