Reader! may this flight be yours. "Seek ye the Lord while He may be found!" The creature may change, He cannot. The creature must die, He is eternal. "_O God, thou art my God; early will I seek_ THEE: _my soul thirsteth for_ THEE, _my flesh longeth for_ THEE _in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is.... Because Thy loving-kindness is better than life, my lips shall praise Thee._" (Ps. lxiii.) II. The Hart Wounded. "I was a stricken deer, that left the herd Long since. With many an arrow deep infix'd My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades. There was I found by One who had Himself Been hurt by th' archers. In His side He bore, And in His hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts, He drew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live!" --_Cowper._ "It was in this extremity it occurred to her that, in the deficiency of all hope in creatures, there might be _hope and help in God_. Borne down by the burdens of a hidden providence (a providence which she did not then love, because she did not then understand it) she yielded to the pressure that was upon her, and began to look to Him in whom alone there is true assistance."--_Madame Guyon's Life_, p. 38. "As the hart panteth after the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God."--_Verse 1._ II. The Hart Wounded. Are we not warranted to infer that it was the _wounded_ stag which David now saw, or pictured he saw, seeking the brooks?--the hart hit by the archers, with blood-drops standing on its flanks, and its eye glazed with faintness, exhaustion, and death? But for these wounds it would never have come to the Valley. It would have been nestling still up in its native heath--the thick furze and cover of the mountain heights of Gilead. But the shaft of the archer had sped with unerring aim; and, with distended nostril and quivering limb, it hastens to allay the rage of its death-thirst. Picture of David, ay, and of many who have been driven to drink of that "river, the streams whereof make glad the city of God." They are _wounded_ spirits; the arrow festering in their souls, and drawing their life-blood. Faint, trembling, forlorn, weary, they have left the world's high ground--the heights of vanity, and indifference, and self-righteousness, and sin--and have sought the lowly Valley of humiliation. What are some of these arrows? There are arrows from the quiver of MAN, and arrows from the quiver of GOD.