Oh! that we could persuade the unconverted, the unawakened, the unbelieving reader to think of these things, to think of them now, to ponder them, in the very hidden depths of his moral being, to give them his heart's undivided attention, ere it be too late. We contemplate, with ever-deepening horror, the condition of a lost soul in hell--of one opening his eyes, in that place of endless torment, to the tremendous fact that God is against him and against him forever; that all hope is gone; that nothing can ever bridge the chasm that separates the region of the lost from the heaven of the redeemed; that "there is a great gulf _fixed_." We cannot proceed. The thought is really overpowering. The heart is crushed by the appalling contemplation. Dear, dear reader, do let us entreat of thee, ere we lay down the pen, to turn, this very hour, to a dear loving Saviour who stands with open arms and open bosom to receive all who come to Him, and who assures thee that "him that cometh unto Me I will in no wise cast out." Do come and trust in God's faithful word and Christ's finished work. Here lies the precious secret of the whole matter. Look away from self, look straight to Jesus, confide simply in Him, and in what He has done for thee on the cross, and all thy sins shall be blotted out, divine righteousness shall be thine, eternal life, sonship, an indwelling Spirit, an all-prevailing Advocate, a bright home in the heavens, a portion in Christ's eternal glory--yes, reader, if thou wilt but believe in Jesus all shall be thine--Himself the best of all. May the Holy Ghost lead thee, this moment, to the feet of Jesus, and enable thee to cry out, in holy triumph, "If God be for us, who can be against us?" God grant it for Jesus Christ's sake! C. H. M. "WHO LOVED ME" =Galatians ii. 20.= Three little sunbeams, gilding all I see. Three little chords, each full of melody. Three little leaves, balm for my agony. ="WHO"= _He_ loved me, the Father's only Son. He gave Himself, the precious, spotless One. He shed His blood, and thus the work was done. ="LOVED"= He _loved_--not merely pitied. Here I rest. Sorrow may come, I to His heart am pressed. What should I fear while sheltered in His breast? ="ME"= Wonder of wonders, Jesus loved _me_; A wretch--lost--ruined--sunk in misery. He sought me, found me, raised me, set me free. My soul the order of the words approve: _Christ first, me last, nothing between_ but LOVE. Lord keep _me_ always _down, Thyself above_. Trusting to Thee, not struggling restlessly, So shall I gain the victory. "I--yet not _I_, but Christ, who loved me." H. W. THE CALL OF GOD GEN CHAPTER XII