to the inquiry, Am I in Christ Jesus? Am I born again of the Spirit? Is my name written in the Lamb’s book of life? Am I now pardoned through His blood? Am I justified through His righteousness? And am I prepared to meet Him in His kingdom? Now this hope was the turning point in the character of our departed friend. After she had been informed that her end was close at hand, her faithful attendants began to read to her some of the promises of the Gospel, in the hope of assisting her faith through her last struggle. But she preferred silence, and replied, “I have them.” Who can wish more for his dying hour than to be able to say, “I have them”? For the words imply not merely that she had them in her memory, but that she had them to reveal Christ to her soul, and so to bear her up through her last struggle. Happy that soul who is so possessed of the promises that he has Christ as his glorious hope in his dying hour! And now, dear brethren, to conclude. I am speaking to some of you at the very outset of your career. Your sun is only now rising in the fulness of its morning beauty. You have, possibly, the greater part of life before you, some forty, fifty, sixty years to be spent either for the world or for God. Oh! dear brethren, let the whole of that vigour be consecrated to Him. Leave it not to old age, then to hand over the refuse of your powers. But now, in your youth and in your vigour, remember the call of Him that has redeemed you by His blood, and let the prime of your life be a freewill offering to your Lord. Or possibly I am speaking to some old men who have but a little time left; honoured fathers in the family of God; men whose sun is sinking brightly, but still rapidly, in the west. And what shall we say to such? Oh! dear brethren, we would speak with the utmost respect and reverence, but, bear with us while we remind you that it is but a little time that remains; but a very few more winters and then the sense of loneliness will pass away in the society of heaven, and the pang of the wounded heart will be for ever healed by the leaves of the tree that we know are for the healing of the nations. Hold on your way, then, for that little time with a good courage. Let a bright hope sustain the failing eye, and the Lord’s right hand give vigour to the faltering step. The rest is at hand; the privilege of labour is nearly over; let no time, then, be lost in the service of our God, but, if the power be less, let the zeal be greater than ever in the holy efforts to be faithful servants to your Lord.