at it has not been
opened for a long time. A bat is hovering in the vines overhead.

Ruskin tells us that the white robe worn by the heavenly Stranger shows
us that He is a Prophet, the jeweled robe and breastplate indicate a
Priest, and the crown of gold a King. The crown of thorns is now bearing
leaves "for the healing of the nations." In His scarred hand He carries a
lighted lantern, signifying "the Light of the world."

When Holman Hunt's picture was first exhibited, it excited considerable
comment. Some one, however, ventured the criticism that there was a fault
in the painting inasmuch as Hunt had forgotten to indicate a latch on the
door.

"There is no mistake," said the great artist. "I did not put a latch on
the outside of the door because it can only be opened from within. The
Lord Jesus Christ Himself cannot enter an unwilling heart; it must be
opened to Him. He must be invited to enter."

Bishop How's hymn pictures in language what Holman Hunt put into his
celebrated canvass.

"O Jesus, Thou art standing" is not the only famous hymn written by
Bishop How. His lovely New Year's hymn, "Jesus, Name of wondrous love,"
and his All Saints' hymn, "For all the saints who from their labors
rest," have won a place forever in English hymnody. "O Word of God
Incarnate," "We give Thee but Thine own" and "Summer suns are glowing"
also have found their way into a large number of the standard hymn-books.

The talented bishop died in the year 1897, mourned not only by those who
had learned to love him because of his noble Christian character, but
also by those who had come to know him through his beautiful hymns. With
the passing of only three decades since his death, there is increasing
evidence that Bishop How will be numbered among the great hymn-writers of
the Christian Church.

A Blind Man's Hymn of Faith

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in Thee:
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O Light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to Thee:
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in Thy sunshine's blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to Thee:
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cr