SOME people are afraid of anything like joy in religion. They have none themselves, and they do not love to see it in others. Their religion is something like the stars—very high, and very clear, but very cold. When they see tears of anxiety, or tears of joy, they cry out, “Enthusiasm! enthusiasm!” “I sat down under His shadow WITH GREAT DELIGHT.” Is this enthusiasm? “May the God of hope fill us with all joy and peace in believing!” Oh, if God would but open our eyes, and give us simple childlike faith to look to Christ, to sit under His shadow, then would songs of joy and gladness arise from all our hearts.—McCheyne.