know that they come from a foreign clime, we are naturally anxious to go “Where our dear Lord His vineyard keeps, And all the clusters grow.” Christian, rejoice then in the thought that all thou hast cometh from above; thy daily bread cometh not so much from thine industry as from thy heavenly Father’s care; thou seest stamped upon every mercy heaven’s own inscription, and every blessing comes down to thee perfumed with the ointment, and the spikenard, and the myrrh of the ivory palaces, whence God