following statement of what it does for us. I know not by
whom it was written, but it is put in the form of that sacred sign to
which we owe all the blessings of salvation--the sign of

THE CROSS.

"Blest they who seek
While in their youth,
With spirit meek,
The way of truth.
To them the sacred scriptures now display
Christ as the only true and living way;
His precious blood on Calvary was given
To make them heirs of endless bliss in Heaven.
And e'en on earth the child of God can trace
The glorious blessings of the Saviour's grace.
For them He bore
His Father's frown;
For them He wore
The thorny Crown;
Nailed to the Cross,
Endured its pain,
That his life's loss
Might be their gain.
Then haste to choose
That better part,
Nor dare refuse
The Lord thy heart,
Lest he declare,--
'I know you not,'
And deep despair
Should be your lot.
Now look to Jesus, who on Calvary died,
And trust on him who there was crucified."

"Leaving it All with Jesus." Annie W ... was a young Christian. In
her fourteenth year she was taken with a severe illness, from which
the doctor said she could not recover. When she became too weak to
leave the sofa, she would send for one and another of the neighbors
to come in to see her, and then she would speak to them of Jesus and
his great salvation. One day a poor old woman who was not a
Christian, came in to see her.

"You are very ill, my dear," she said to Annie.

"Yes," she replied, "but I shall soon be well."

The poor woman shook her head as she looked at Annie's mother,
saying, "Poor dear creature; she cannot possibly get well. No: she
will never get over it." Then turning to Annie, she said:

"Don't you know, my dear, that you are going to die?"

"I know I am going to live," she said with a sweet smile. "I shall
soon be with Jesus in heaven, and live forever with him."

"Oh, how can you know that, my dear? We must not be _too_ sure you
know," said the poor woman.

"Oh," said Annie, pointing to a card hanging on the wall, near her
bed, on which was printed in large letters the hymn headed--"I leave
it all with Jesus." "That's what I do! That's what I do." These are
the words of the hymn which gave that dear child so much comfort on
her dying bed:

"I leave it all with Jesus,
Then wherefore should I fear?
I leave it all with Jesus,
And he is ever n