"By the help of the servant's arm I got to Heworth Chapel, and heard a little, but imperfectly. My son Richard came, and conducted me home. Very faint and sick after I returned; but I know not that I ever enjoyed a more refreshing sense of God's presence. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost.--Clouds dark--rainy--trees fading--leaves falling--all things changing here; but, 'Thou art the same, and Thy years shall not fail.' O, while I hold my pen in my hand, let me feel Thy presence in my heart! I have in Thee a changeless friend. Glory be to Thy name, Thou ever-blessed God! Give me more love, and knit me more closely to Thyself.--The day fine. I got to Chapel, and through mercy was no worse. A stranger kindly accompanied me home, who seems to be an inquirer after truth. My soul yearned over her, while I spoke a few words to her. O may they sink deep! In the course of reading, the words, 'Let the peace of God _rule_ in your hearts' especially struck me. To rule implies government; I may dwell where I have no power to rule; and the peace of God must not only be felt, but bring into subjection everything in my heart, that would oppose itself to the will of God. Praise God, my spirit longs for this complete subjection." A star in its splendour attracted my eye, As softly from slumber I woke; I thought--as I saw the bright spot in the sky-- 'Twas an angel of mercy which spoke-- Of the hope, that brings peace to the labouring breast, And raises the sorrowful mind. The sweet'ner of life, and the solace of rest, In Jesus, the Saviour, we find. When troubles oppress us, and nature decays, His light in the darkness is given: Bright star of the morning, O lend me thy rays! And guide me safe homeward to heaven! SITTING BY MYSELF, AND THOUGHTFUL. Alone? no never! that broad eye, Which fills all space, is here; My secret thoughts and actions he, Reveal'd as daylight clear. I would not from Thy presence fly, Thee only, would I love; With greater circumspection try In Thy commands to move. If in my heart I aught disguise, The lurking evil slay; If aught than Thee more highly prize, O take it, Lord, away! "1859.--I concluded the year by reading the Epistle to the Philippians, and prayer. My soul longs for a richer baptism of love, I am as well as usual, and my soul pants after God. I feel the word precious while I read, and thirst for a fuller manifestation of God. While thus employed, I enjoy sweet peace through Jesus. Here hangs my hope of heaven; and though I have many a conflict with unbelief, my heart is fixed." THOUGHTS ON EZEKIEL'S VISION, CHAPTERS 43 AND 48. EZEKIEL XLVIII. 35. 'The Lord is there!' O happy place! Where God in Christ unveils His face; The city and the people bear His glorious name--'The Lord is there.'