One of the older boys was obliged to leave school to work. In the last
prayer-meeting he attended he said: "It makes me feel very sorry when I
think that next week my seat will be filled with my absence."

Another prayed that he might walk more "citcumspotly before the world."

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"FREELY YE HAVE RECEIVED, FREELY GIVE."

(_Written for a Missionary Concert held in the interests of the A.M.A._)


So free are the gifts of heaven,
So many the blessings which fall,
That, should we attempt to count them
We could not number them all.

For God is a generous Giver.
Who sows with a liberal hand
Shall reap a bounteous harvest
And gather the fruits of the land.

For 'tis God that gives the increase,
And oft it's a "hundred fold,"
And men are reaping in many ways
Aside from lands and gold.