When surveying the boundless ocean of covenant mercy--every wave chiming, "God is Love!"--does the thought ever present itself, "What can I do for this great Being who hath done so much for me?" Recompence I cannot! No more can my purest services add one iota to His underived glory, than the tiny taper can add to the blaze of the sun at noonday, or a drop of water to the boundless ocean. Yet, wondrous thought! from this worthless soul of mine there may roll in a revenue of glory which He who loves the broken and contrite spirit will "not despise." "_Herein is my Father glorified, that ye bear much fruit._" Reader! are you a fruit-bearer in your Lord's vineyard? Are you seeking to make life one grand act of consecration to His glory--one thank-offering for His unmerited love. You may be unable to exhibit much fruit in the eye of the world. Your circumstances and position in life may forbid you to point to any splendid services, or laborious and imposing efforts in the cause of God. It matters not. It is often those fruits that are unseen and unknown to man, ripening in seclusion, that He values most;--the quiet, lowly walk--patience and submission--gentleness and humility--putting yourself unreservedly in His hands--willing to be led by Him even in darkness--saying, Not _my_ will, but _Thy_ will:--the unselfish spirit, the meek bearing of an injury, the unostentatious kindness,--these are some of the "fruits" which your Heavenly Father loves, and by which He is glorified. Perchance it may be with you the season of trial, the chamber of protracted sickness, the time of desolating bereavement, some furnace seven times heated. Herein, too, you may sweetly glorify your God. Never is your Heavenly Father _more_ glorified by His children on earth, than when, in the midst of these furnace-fires, He listens to nothing but the gentle breathings of confiding faith and love,--"Let Him do what seemeth good unto Him." Yes, you can there glorify Him in a way which angels cannot do in a world where no trial is. They can glorify God only with the _crown_; you can glorify Him with the _cross_ and the prospect of the _crown_ together! Ah, if He be dealing severely with you--if He, as the great Husbandman, be pruning His vines, lopping their boughs, stripping off their luxuriant branches and "beautiful rods!" remember the end!--"He purgeth it, that it may bring forth _more_ fruit," and "_Herein_ is my Father glorified!"