"Dear daughter, look to God for help to fight against your sinful
nature," replied her mother in moved tones. "He says 'In me is thine
help'; 'He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he
increaseth strength.' 'They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their
strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and
not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.' 'Fear thou not; for I am
with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee;
yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my
righteousness.' These are some of his gracious promises."

"Ah, mamma, but the question with me is, is he really my God? am I
his?--truly one of his redeemed ones, his adopted children? How shall I
make sure of that?"

"By accepting his conditions and believing his word, 'Come unto me all
ye that labour and are heavy laden and I will give you rest.' 'Him that
cometh unto me I will in no wise cast out.' Come now and accept his
offered salvation, whether you have done so before or not; come,
believing his word; 'I will in no wise cast out,' 'I have blotted out,
as a thick cloud, thy transgressions, and as a cloud, thy sins: return
unto me; for I have redeemed thee.' 'Surely shall one say, In the Lord
have I righteousness and strength; even to him shall all men come.' 'In
the Lord shall all the seed of Israel be justified, and shall glory.'
'The just shall live by faith,' and faith is the gift of God, as we are
told again and again in his Holy Word; a gift that he will grant to all
who ask it of him."

There was a sound of approaching footsteps and Rosie resumed her seat,
taking up the work she had dropped. They recognised the step as
Harold's, and the next moment he stood in the open doorway.

"Mamma," he said, "I am going over to Roselands and should like to take
you along. You have not seen that youngest Conly yet, and Arthur
considers Marian now quite well enough for a call from you. I know, too,
that she is wanting to see you."

"And I to see her, the dear girl," responded his mother, laying aside
her work. "Come in and sit down while I don my bonnet and mantle."

"Let me get them out for you, mamma," said Rosie, dropping her
embroidery and hastening to do so.

"I should include you in the invitation, Rosie," said Harold, "but we
think it safer not to let Marian have the excitement of many callers
until she gains more strength."

"I thought she was doin