at was what took place at
Pentecost. The Holy Spirit did not bring the fuel that day, but they
had been gathering it as they spoke of Christ, and as they came
together to offer prayers, the Holy Spirit came, and the Word was a
fire in their bones; then fire came and kindled them, and then came
that wonderful effect.

Sir James Herschel tells us in a little story, in fragments of his
biography, how after his telescopes became famous they were
distributed quite widely through Europe, and when he published his
great discovery, he began to receive complaints. Men said to him, in
angry letters, "We do not see what you see." In his response to them
he said: "Perhaps you do not take the care in your observations that
I do," and he spoke of one particular thing that is carefully noted.
"Do you take care," he said, "of the matter of temperature? The
instrument with which I examine the stars must be of the temperature
of the stars as nearly as may be, and when I observe on a winter
night I place my glass on the lawn at Greenwich, and let it stand
there until the instrument comes to be of the temperature of the air.
But beyond that," he said, "not only must my instrument be of the
right temperature, but I must be. Oftentimes," he said, "I have been
out in the winter air for two hours before I would open my glass,
because I must come to be of the same temperature as the instrument
itself." What a spiritual truth there is here! God's Word the
instrument, and the temperature that of the heavens. But we must be
of the temperature of that Bible and that heavens! Oh, for the heat
of the Gospel to be in the minister of Christ wherever he stands, and
then there will be nothing hid from its searching power.

I think this subject is often presented in a way to confuse it. We
speak of heat in a way not to comprehend precisely what we want; and
let me touch upon the point which shows what I mean. When the Saviour
was at the well with the woman, it was the love in His heart from
which she could not be hid. What a lesson Peter learned that day when
our Saviour, in His great interview by the sea, asked him: "Lovest
thou me?" and said, "Feed my sheep and my lambs." There was a lesson
burned into his heart of the personal love of Christ.

I heard Mr. Sankey sing last week "The Ninety and Nine," and he
prefaced it by saying that the old hymn was worn out. I was sorry to
hear him say that, but there was one accent he gave in singing which
was ve