"'Fight the fight, Christian--Jesus is o'er thee; Run the race, Christian--heaven is before thee; He who hath promised faltereth never; Oh, trust in the love that endureth for ever. "'Lift the eye, Christian, just as it closeth; Raise the heart, Christian, ere it reposeth; Nothing thy soul from the Saviour can sever, Soon shalt thou mount upward to praise him for ever.'" Sister Mary paused after she had sung the hymn. There were tears in the children's eyes, and for a moment they were silent. "Is that all?" they said at last. "No," said sister Mary, "there's some more; but I'm afraid you are tired." "Oh no; tell us the rest!" "Very well," said sister Mary, "but we'll have to make haste; it's growing late:-- "The setting sun was shining again into the poor little room, and the little girl sat again, wrapped up in her old shawl, before the fire, rocking to and fro. The little girl's face had a very bright smile on it; but it wasn't the rose-bush with its little bud, now almost opened, that caused it, for she didn't look that way at all. She had a little bit of paper in her hand that she held very tightly, while her eyes kept watching the door. The sunlight faded, and the room grew dark, but the little face still wore the bright smile. "As the door opened, she cried out eagerly,-- "'O father, here's something for you! There was a gentleman here to see you to-day, and he left his name; here it is on this card; and he said if you would come to see him, he had some work for you.' "The man sat down in his chair, and laid his head in his hands. "'O Lizzie,' he said, 'it's more than I deserve; I was just ready to give up trusting. I have sought all day, and I couldn't bear to come home.' "'God did hear us; didn't he, father? I'm so glad we didn't stop trusting. Hadn't you better go now, father, and see about it?' "'Yes,' he said, 'I'll go now,' stooping down to read the card by the light of the fire. "He went out, and the shadows settled down over the room; but the little girl sat still, and you could just hear her humming to herself,-- "'Breast the wave, Christian, when it is strongest.' "Presently she heard her father's step. It was quicker and lighter than it had been for many a day." "'I've got it, Lizzie. It's a place as a porter in a warehouse; and good wages too. And see here,' he said, as he lighted a candle he had brought with him, 'we'll have a light to-night, and a nice supper too.' "'O father!' said Lizzie, as she looked on with bright eyes as her father took out the parcels; 'how did you get all those things?' "'The gentleman paid me something in advance. He said he knew people that had been out of work so long needed something.' "It was a pleasant evening; the candlelight seemed so bright to Lizzie's eyes, that hadn't seen any for so long a time, and her father was so cheerful. Yes, it was a pleasant evening; and they closed by reading the 103rd Psalm:--