The song of faith begins on earth. It is often like the uneven twitter of the lark as she leaves her nest; but, as the lark’s song waxes louder and more full, the higher she soars, and the farther she reaches into the deep, blue sky, so the song of faith becomes more sweet and loud, as the believer enters higher and higher into the truths of the divine Word, and into the exhaustless fullness of the love which passes knowledge.