Sinopsis

GOD'S PEESENCE. Like as the hart desireth the water-brooks, so longeth my soul after Thee, O God. —Psalm xlii. 1. We have , or, to speak more truly, we are ourselves immortal souls. We are beings who have once been born, but who now can never die. We came put of nothing, but we cannot go into nothing again;— 0 God forbid, the merciful great God forbid, we should into nothing! When they who have led lives of pleasure, of covetousness, of self-willed sin when such, I say, come to lie upon their death-beds, they may perhaps feel that awful, impossible wish that they could into nothing : for to be