I REMEMBER the new and strange emotions which trembled in my breast, when as an infant he was first folded to my heart—my firstborn child; the thrill of that moment still lingers. But now that he was “born again,” clasped in my arms a “new creature in Christ Jesus,” my spiritual child―my son in the gospel―pardoned, justified, adopted, saved, forever saved! Oh, it was the very depth of joy―joy unspeakable! My child was a child of God! The prayers which preceded his birth―which cradled his infancy―which girdled his youth, were answered; my son was Christ’s. The weary watchings―the yearning desires―the trembling hope of years, were at rest. Our first-born son was avowedly the Lord’s. ― “Hidden Life.”