ngs；　and　I　will　be　his　God；　and　he　shall　be　my　son。　But；”　was　slowly；　distinctly　read；　“the　fearful；　the　unbelieving；　&c。；　shall　have　their　part　in　the　lake　which　burh　with　fire　and　brimstone；　which　is　the　second　death。”

Henceforward；　I　knew　what　fate　St。　John　feared　for　me。

A　calm；　subdued　triumph；　blent　with　a　longing　earnestness；　marked　his　enunciation　of　the　last　glorious　verses　of　that　chapter。　The　reader　believed　his　name　was　already　written　in　the　Lamb’s　book　of　life；　and　he　yearned　after　the　hour　which　should　admit　him　to　the　city　to　which　the　kings　of　the　earth　bring　their　glory　and　honour；　which　has　no　need　of　sun　or　moon　to　shine　in　it；　because　the　glory　of　God　lightens　it；　and　the　Lamb　is　the　light　thereof。

In　the　prayer　following　the　chapter；　all　his　energy　gathered—all　his　stern　zeal　woke：　he　was　in　deep　earnest；　wrestling　with　God；　and　resolved　on　a　conquest。　He　supplicated　strength　for　the　weak…　hearted；　guidance　for　wanderers　from　the　fold：　a　return；　even　at　the　eleventh　hour；　for　those　whom　the　temptations　of　the　world　and　the　flesh　were　luring　from　the　narrow　path。　He　asked；　he　urged；　he　claimed　the　boon　of　a　brand　snatched　from　the　burning。　Earnestness　is　ever　deeply　solemn：　first；　as　I　listened　to　that　prayer；　I　wondered　at　his；　then；　when　it　continued　and　rose；　I　was　touched　by　it；　and　at　last　awed。　He　felt　the　greatness　and　goodness　of　his　purpose　so　sincerely：　others　who　heard　him　plead　for　it；　could　not　but　feel　it　too。

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