true--to me."

Then she read on. Before, she would have been carried away with the
rhythm and the graceful thought. But now as she read:

"Oh, sweet and blessed country That eager hearts expect!"

"It's not true--it's not true!" she thought. "I cannot sing these
songs. I know nothing of their sentiment. I am not a true worshiper
of the Father. I do not believe I know Him!"

Then Winifred covered her eyes with her hand. "'Thou desirest truth in
the inward parts,'" the preacher was quoting.

The words sent a pang through her heart. "God has found no truth in
me," she thought, "I have been a lie."

Then she sat in wretchedness, fighting back the tears that struggled to
escape--tears of shame, remorse, wounded self-love, and grief that her
favorite idol, a god whom she did know and had served well, was to be
taken down from its niche in the house of the Lord and cast out. She
heard little of the remainder of the sermon, and what she heard added
to her misery; for it told of the joy of true worshipers when at last
they should stand face to face with Him whom, having not seen, they
love,--

"All rapture through and through
In God's most holy sight."

The sense of isolation, of exclusion from it all, was very painful; and