CHEERING WORDS VOLUME XIV. LONDON: ROBERT BANKS, 9, CRANE COURT, FLEET STREET, E.C. G. J. STEVENSON, 56, PATERNOSTER ROW, E. C. How am I to Know that I am Christ's I'm Ga'en Hame to Faither ... I Wish that You Knew Jesus... ... ... ... ... Joy of a Believer when his Heart is Full of Christ... ... ... ... Missionary and the Merchant in St. Paul's Churchyard Mr. Spurgeon's Grandsire ... ... Native Converts of Barisal, the No Weeping in Heaven Old Shepherd, the Perpetual Verdure ... One of Heaven's Youthful Choristers ... ... ... Praying Children 27 ... Oh! that I knew where I might find Him Oh, Father make me Thine... Walks in Victoria Park Weeping and Rejoicing ... VOL. XIV. JANUARY, 1864. NO. 147. "GOING HOME!" TWO WORDS FOR THE READERS OF CHEERING WORDS" AT THE A BEGINNING OF 1864. LL the school-boys and girls have lately been so excited; and if you had asked any of them, What all this bustle meant? the answer was, "WE ARE GOING HOME!" and for some few days before Christmas, and on Christmas morning, you might see everybody in such a hurry; and if you enquire, Why in such a hurry? "Oh! we are GOING HOME!" The thought, the anticipation, seemed to fire them with real pleasure; and leaving all behind them, and eagerly pressing on, they told you plainly enough, that they were "going home!" A poor, half-naked, half-starved, wretched-looking man stood at the bottom of Fleet street: and as he looked at the multitudes who were hurrying on, he seemed to say, "I have NO HOME. I wish I could say, too, I am GOING HOME!" We turned into a publisher's to get some books. There was a good Christian lady and she was ill, very low in spirits, and unwell in body; and sh was telling her friend she had been to the physician, but he seemed to do her no good; and then so patiently she looked and said, "Perhaps my time is come; it may be I AM GOING HOME!" We called in at a factory; the head proprietor wa not in business. We sought him: he was reclining in his eas chair; his active limbs were quiet; he looked so pale; hi daughter shed a tear, and said, "I fear my father is GOIN HOME!" We were holding a prayer-meeting: we were singing an praying so very comfortably; presently, the minister stood up ONE HALFPENNY. |