“Help me, dear Sir, with your prayers in her behalf.
You ask, if my soul be more alive to Jesus than ever? I can say He is precious to my soul, and that I love His ways and His service.
He is my hope, my end, my portion; and I esteem His favour better than life.
But lively feelings are seldom my lot. Blessed be his name, he keeps and supports me.
He keeps the flock committed to my care, so that we are in the main preserved from offences and from strife.
Now and then he brings a stray lamb into the fold, and often He is seen in the fold Himself.
Then the sheep are happy, for they know His voice, and admire His love. And we know He is present when we cannot see Him, or else the wolf would quickly break in and scatter us.
Here is our security,—that His eye and His heart are upon us continually.”