which begins, 'Just as I am, without one plea.'-Sermon by C. H. Spurgeon.

'In all my preaching,' said the Rev. H. V. Elliott, 'I have not done so much good as my sister has been permitted to accomplish by her writing her one hymn, "Just as I am."

'Just as I am-without one plea,
Save that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee-
O Lamb of God, I come.

'Just as I am-and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot;

To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot

O Lamb of God, I come.

'Just as I am-though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without-
O Lamb of God, I come.

'Just as I am-poor, wretched, blind ;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need in Thee to find-
O Lamb of God, I come.

'Just as I am-Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because the promise I believe—
O Lamb of God, I come.

‘Just as I am—Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone—
O Lamb of God, I come.'

C. Elliott.

Sir Henry Baker's paraphrase of the twenty-third Psalm may vie with any that have been given by other writers Keble or Addison :

'The King of Love my Shepherd is, Whose goodness faileth never;

I nothing lack if I am His

And He is mine for ever.

'Where streams of living water flow
My ransom'd soul He leadeth,
And where the verdant pastures grow
With food celestial feedeth.

'Perverse and foolish oft I stray'd,
But yet in love He sought me,
And on His shoulder gently laid,
And home rejoicing brought me.

'In death's dark vale I fear no ill,

With Thee, dear Lord, beside me;
Thy rod and staff my comfort still,
Thy cross before to guide me.

· Thou spreadst a table in my sight,
Thy unction grace bestoweth ;
And oh, what transport of delight
From Thy pure chalice floweth !

'And so through all the length of days
Thy goodness faileth never;

Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise
Within Thy house for ever.'

It is said that the author's last words were a quotation from his own Psalm-the dying man gently murmuring:

'And on His shoulder gently laid,

And home rejoicing brought me.'

FROM THE LIFE OF REV. A.
RALEIGH, D.D.

'We got to Jerusalem with yet an hour or two of daylight left, by which to look round us on the wondrous scene. I think I was the first of the company to arrive. Our tents went on before us, and there they are outside the walls, not far from Jaffa gate. In a short time all our party came up, and we had our evening meal. Someone suggested that before we rose from our tent-table we should sing two or three verses of a hymn appropriate to the place where we wereclose to the walls of Jerusalem, and

looking on the sacred city from our tent-door. The suggestion was at once adopted, and we stood up and sang:

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Jerusalem, my happy home!

Name ever dear to me!

When shall my labours have an end
In joy, and peace, and thee?

When shall these eyes thy heaven-built
walls,

And pearly gates behold?

Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?

"There happier bowers than Eden bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know;

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Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes,

I onward press to you.

Why should I shrink at pain and woe?
Or feel at death dismay?

I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
Jerusalem, my happy home!

My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see."

'It might be difficult to distinguish and analyze the sources and the quality of our emotion; but about the feeling itself there can be no doubt. There we were-of different nationalities, of various religious persuasions; the young, the old, the lively, the severe-all moved very deeply by these simple words.

'We came to Siloam. Standing by the fountain, I thought of the beautiful lines written by one of the saintliest of the men whose feet have ever trodden these sacred places:

"Beneath Moriah's rocky side
A gentle fountain springs;
Silent and soft its waters glide,
Like the peace the Spirit brings.

"The thirsty Arab stoops to drink
Of the cool and quiet wave;
And the thirsty spirit stops to think
Of Him who came to save.

"Siloam is the fountain's name ;

It means "One sent from God,"
And thus the holy Saviour's fame
It gently spreads abroad.