;
From rivers of Thy pleasures Thou
Wilt drink to them provide.
Because of life the fountain pure
Remains alone with Thee;
And in that purest light of Thine
We clearly light shall see.'"

She stopped, partly because she thought she had said enough, and partly
because it would not have been easy just then to have said more. Her
face drooped over her work, and there was silence again.

"Well," said Miss Gertrude, with a long breath, "it must be a wonderful
thing to be _satisfied_, as you call it."

"Yes," said Christie, softly; "and the most wonderful thing of all is
that all may enjoy this blessedness, and freely, too."

"I have heard you say that before," said Miss Gertrude; "but it is all a
mystery to me. You say all who will may have this blessedness; but the
Bible says it is the man whom God chooses that is blessed."

"Well," said Christie, gravely, "what would you have? `By grace are ye
saved through faith, and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God.'
`The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.' There
is nothing in all the Bible clearer than that. And surely eternal life
is a gift worthy of God to give."

"But He does not give it to all," said Miss Gertrude.

"To all who desire it--to all who seek for it in Jesus' name," said
Christie, earnestly.

"But in another place it says, `No man can come unto Me, except the
Father, who hath sent Me, draw him.'"

Gertrude did not speak to-night, as she had sometimes done of late, in
the flippant way which thoughtless young people often assume when they
talk on such subjects. Her voice and manner betrayed to Christie that
she was very much in earnest, and she hesitated to answer her; not, as
at other times, because she thought silence was the best reply, but
because she longed so earnestly to say just what was right.

"This change which is so wonderful must be God's work from beginning to
end, you once said," continued Gertrude. "And since we have no part in
the work, I suppose we must sit and wait till the change comes, with
what patience we may."

"It is God's work from beginning to end," repeated Christie,
thoughtfully. "We cannot work this change in ourselves. We cannot save
ourselves, in whole or in part. Nothing can be clearer than that."

"Well?" said Gertrude, as she paused.

"Why, it would be strange indeed if so great a work was left to
creatures so weak and foolish as we are. None but God could do it