why do ye not belie

which we call the Bible, is a true book, or a lying book? Is it true or false? Is it right or wrong? Is it from God, or is it not

it to them-and that they should neglect it, disobey it-it is the strangest sight that can be seen on earth!

hell. That is the difference. And at your better moments does not the voice within you, witness to, and agree with, the words of that book? When it tells you to care more for your soul than your body-more for the life to come, which is eternity, than for the present life which lasts but a few years-does not common sense tell you that? The Bible tells you to reverence and love God the giver of all good-does not reason tell you that? The B

st Him. Can you deny that that is right and reasonable? The Bible would have you live in continual remembrance that the great eye of God is on you-in continual thankfulness to the blessed Saviour who died for you and has redeemed you by His own blood-with daily and hourly prayer for God's Spirit to set your heart and your understanding right on every point. Can you deny that that is all right and good and proper-that unless the Bible be all a dream, and there be no Holy and Almighty God, no merciful Christ in heaven, this is the way and the onl

were like that, I should be happier than I am now." Ah! my friends, listen to those thoughts when they come into your hearts-they are not your own thoughts-they are the voice of One holier than

rong, if you persist in disobeying that gospel-if you agree one minute with the inner voice, which says, "Do this and live, do this and be at peace with Go

es will you love simplicity or silliness, and the scorners delight in their scorning (delight in laughing at what is good), and fools hate knowledge-hate to think earnestly or steadily about anything-the stupidity of the ass, who is too stubborn and thick-s

on, and nothing more; it makes us forget that we have souls. Our glorious minds and thoughts, which should be stretching on through all eternity, are cramped down to thinking of nothing further than this little hour of earthly life. Our glorious hearts, which should be delighting in everything which is lovely, a

devil, and signed with His Cross on your foreheads, unless you give him power? Not he. Men's sins open the door to the devil, and when he is in, he will soon trample down the good seed that is springing up, and stamp

ou knowest not that thou art miserable; and thy miser

s, which, though it is not true, yet has a deep

life was very pleasant-that they saw no such great need of change, and so on, one excuse after another, till they began to be tired of Moses, and gave him to understand that he was impertinent, troublesome-that they could see nothing wise in him-nothing great; how could they? So Moses went his way, and left them to go theirs. And long after, when some travellers came by, says the fable, they found these foolish people were all changed into dumb beasts; what they had tried to be, now they really were. They had made no use of their souls, and now they had lost them; they had given themselves up to fol

ecollection of heavenly things which they once knew when they were little children-a blind dread of some awful unseen ruin, into which their miserable empty beast-life was swiftly and steadily sweeping them do

ife, going on very comfortably till they seem to have quite hardened their own souls; and now and then on Sabbath days when they come to church, and pretend to pray and worship, sit all vacant, stupid, their hearts far away, or

ot hear His word. So true it is, that only the pure in heart shall see God, or love god-like men and god-like words. So true it is, that he that soweth the wind shall reap the whirlwind, and that he who will not hear Christ's words, shall soon not be abl