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0, ye who feel each o-ther's woes! Who will go?

Who will go? Go, tell poor sin-ners, Je-sus rose!

Who will go? Who will go? Go, preach the Sa-viour's

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Go seek the scattered tribes which roam,

Who will go ? &c.
Oppress'd, despised, without a home,

Who will go ? &c.
Tell the poor Jews Messiah 's come,
And in that heart they pierced there's room
For all who flee the impending doom,

Who will go ? &c.

Proclaim Immanuel's power to save,

Who will go ? &c.
From sin and Satan, and the grave,

Who will go ? &c.
The silver trumpet sweetly.blow,
The great salvation plainly show,
To black and white, to friend and foe,

Who will go ? &c.

up the Gospel standard high,

Who will go ? &c.
Rise, Zion's watchman, rise and cry,

Who will go ? &c.
* Behold! behold your Saviour King!"
His praise rehearse, his triumph sing,
Till earth with Halleluiahs ring,

Who will go ? &c.

Dear brethren, let us haste away,

Who will go ? &c.
When Jesus calls, nor idly stay,

Who will go ? &c.
Come, make his will your happy choice,
Go, bid the wilderness rejoice ;
Unite and say with heart and voice,


-From enlarged edition of Sacred Melodies,"


You wish to be useful, don't you? Who would be a drone, or a sluggard? Do some good, then, while you live and can, if it be only to hand a tract to a poor sinner, or a cup of cold water to a needy man.

Do a good act for God, in faith, and it will live when you are dead. A poor traveller, who could do nothing more, once dug a spring on the desert path, and hung a cup beside it. The man died, but his work lived behind him, for those who followed drank out of his old cup, and blessed the hand that placed it there.

More than ten years ago a feeble invalid, whom we knew, placed a little money-box at a mineral well, away among the Scottish mountains, to collect money for the Ragged Schools. Soon after that she died in the faith of Jesus, and went home to eternal rest. But the box is still at the well, collecting alms for the outcast poor, and thus carrying cups of water to thirsty souls.

Any good deed done in the name of Christ, will be like a running spring with a cup beside it. Such a spring was the washing of Jesus' feet with tears by the woman at the feast eighteen hundred years ago. We drink from it yet. It encourages us to be useful; and it will teach its lesson to the end of the world, for it will always be told “ for a memorial of her.” Be useful, then. Don't let your life slip away without having done some good. Be useful now, for now is the only time that is yours. There is no Christian so poor or so humble but he may do some good. Even a child can pray ; the youngest reader of the JUVENILE MESSENGER can do this; and that is a good deed that shall live. You can pray for your minister and neighbours and friends ; you can pray for missionaries



and for the heathen in China and India and in other places. And you can do more than that, if you are willing. You can collect for the Juvenile Mission Fund, and thus help to send the gospel to the poor Chinese. There are thousands of ways in which you may be useful if willing. Try, then, and remember that “they that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament, and they that turn many to righteousness as the stars for ever and ever."


DR. DUFF, of Calcutta, in a recent letter says :-"Some time ago I mentioned that a fine young man took refuge in the mission-house, as an earnest inquirer. His friends repeatedly visited him, and tried the ordinary arts of persuasion and deception—all in vain. At last, one day, about noon, they laid their plans so adroitly as to succeed in carrying off the youth, by sheer force or violencedrowning his loud cries for help, and beating off those who came to his assistance.

“For some time we could not learn what had become of him. Last week, however, a not ereached me from him, dated Burdwan, about sixty miles to the north-west of Calcutta. In it he stated that, though confined, he might possibly be able to reach us by the railway, which passes close to the town of Burdwan, if he only had the means of paying for a ticket. As there is an excellent missionary of the Church of England in that quarter, I immediately wrote to him-giving him the youth's name and other particulars—and requesting his kind aid.

“Now, mark the providential hand of a gracious God. The missionary, going out on the evening of the day on



which he received my letter, called at the houses of several respectable Hindus whom he had been accustomed to visit. He then stepped into the house of one whom he had never visited before. The master of it spoke to him in English ; on which he asked, whether any other member of his household spoke in that language. 'Yes,' was the reply; there is a youth,' pointing to a boy in the corner of the apartment, 'who speaks English too.' On this the missionary addressed the youth-asked his name, and where he had learned - English, &c. To his great joy and surprise, he discovered that this was the very youth about whose violent capture I had written to him. He gave him what was needful to take him to Calcutta. The boy soon made his eseape ; he is now here, stronger than ever in his hatred of Hinduism and attachment to the gospel, and in all probability will be baptized."



ONE of the best editors the Westminster Review could ever boast of, and one of the most brilliant writers of the day, was once a cooper in Aberdeen. The editor of a London daily newspaper was once a baker in Elgin ; one of the best reporters of the London Times was a weaver in Edinburgh ; the late editor of the Witness newspaper was a stonemason. An able minister and editor in London was a blacksmith near Dundee; another was a watchmaker in Banff. The late Dr. Milne, of China, was a herd boy of Rhynie. The principal of the London Missionary Society's College, at Hong Kong, was a saddler in Huntley; and one of the best missionaries that ever went to India was a tailor in Keith. The leading machinist on

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