_His_ love! What manner of love is it? What should be quoted to prove or describe it? First the whole Bible with its mysteries and marvels of redemption, then the whole book of Providence and the whole volume of creation. Then add to these the unknown records of eternity past and the unknown glories of eternity to come, and then let the immeasurable quotation be sung by 'angels and archangels, and all the company of heaven,' with all the harps of God, and still that love will be untold, still it will be 'the love of Christ that passeth knowledge.' But it is 'for thee!' 12. _Himself_ 'for thee.' 'Christ also hath loved us, and given Himself for us.' 'The Son of God ... loved me, and gave Himself for me.' Yes, Himself! What is the Bride's true and central treasure? What calls forth the deepest, brightest, sweetest thrill of love and praise? Not the Bridegroom's priceless gifts, not the robe of His resplendent righteousness, not the dowry of unsearchable riches, not the magnificence of the palace home to which He is bringing her, not the glory which she shall share with Him, but Himself! Jesus Christ, 'who His own self bare our sins in His own body on the tree;' 'this same Jesus,' 'whom having not seen, ye love;' the Son of God, and the Man of Sorrows; my Saviour, my Friend, my Master, my King, my Priest, my Lord and my God--He says, '_I_ also for thee!' What an '_I'!_ What power and sweetness we feel in it, so different from any human '_I_,' for all His Godhead and all His manhood are concentrated in it, and all 'for thee!' And not only 'all,' but '_ever_' for thee. His unchangeableness is the seal upon every attribute; He will be 'this same Jesus' for ever. How can mortal mind estimate this enormous promise? How can mortal heart conceive what is enfolded in these words, 'I also for thee'? One glimpse of its fulness and glory, and we feel that henceforth it must be, shall be, and by His grace _will_ be our true-hearted, whole-hearted cry-- Take _myself_, and I will be _Ever_, ONLY, ALL for Thee! SELECTIONS FROM MISS HAVERGAL'S LATEST POEMS. An Interlude. _That_ part is finished! I lay down my pen, And wonder if the thoughts will flow as fast Through the more difficult defile. For the last Was easy, and the channel deeper then. My Master, I will trust Thee for the rest; Give me just what Thou wilt, and that will be my best! How can _I_ tell the varied, hidden need Of Thy dear children, all unknown to me, Who at some future time may come and read What I have written! All are known to Thee. As Thou hast helped me, help me to the end; Give me Thy own sweet messages of love to send.