“But what things were gain to me, those I counted loss for Christ” (Phil. 3:7)

WHEN they buried the blind preacher, George Matheson, they lined his grave with red roses in memory of his love-life of sacrifice. And it was this man, so beautifully and significantly honored, who wrote,

“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 T............