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We serve One who rewardeth the cup of cold water, and "upbraideth not."

At His feet I lay the unworthy offering. May that touch and that Holy Spirit who dwelleth with us for ever paralyse every error contained in it, and give life to every truth! With Him I leave it. Let Him do with it what seemeth Him good.

A TALE OF THE EGYPTIAN CHURCH

IN THE THIRD CENTURY.

My God, I read this day,
That planted Paradise was not so firm

As was, and is, thy floating ark; whose stay
And anchor Thou art only, to confirm

And strengthen it in every age,

When waves do rise, and tempests rage.

HERBERT.

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