Now let us thank God that there is in this metropolis a body of young men, to the number of about 1,200, and in other parts of the country to the number of about 1,200 more, who are not ashamed of the Gospel; not ashamed of the broken heart,—not ashamed of being called saints,—not ashamed of uniting together heart and soul in the earnest endeavour to spread the glad tidings of a free salvation through the world. May the Lord prosper their work, and give them all an experimental knowledge of the Gospel which they strive to spread! If a man look on it merely as a theory, he is very likely to be ashamed of it; but if he know the joy of an abiding and soul-saving union with his Lord, then may we hope to see him take his stand, as an earnest and unflinching witness for Christ. It is the deep sense of Divine love that must move all hearts to labour for His kingdom. So may God grant us all grace to labour till the day when all toil shall cease in the joyful presence of our reigning Lord! How shall we then feel, if you and I are permitted to meet on that day, on the right hand of the throne! What triumphant praises will then burst forth from the whole company of God’s elect! what joy will thrill through every heart, to whom the Lord shall in that day be pleased to say, “Well done, good and faithful servant; enter thou into the joy of thy Lord!” Let us labour now with that bright end in view; remembering that we are nothing and thanking God for the knowledge of our nothingness; but remembering, likewise, that Christ Jesus is our all, our life, our peace, our joy, our hope; and that, therefore, it is our delightful privilege, although we be nothing, to cast that nothing before His throne, and consecrate all with entire simplicity to His service. * * * * * * * * * * J. M. ROBESON, PRINTER, GLASSHOUSE YARD, (BACK OF APOTHECARIES’ HALL,) LONDON.