Anyway, I am what He has made me, at least in any good; and there nothing, and He everything. Thank God it is so! only then we have to realize this in every-day life-Christ all, and that nothing else show itself. If it were only so! Still we can delight in Him, and joy in His love, and that will never end. Then our joy will not be pent-up; now it is, like steam, to carry on the work of His grace, but oh! what a burst there will be of it, when in port, and it does not spend itself, but grows, for the Object is infinite. 253