Review and Herald, Vol. 46, No. 22. (12/2/1875)

Review and Herald

Dec 2, 1875

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 2, 1875

PERPETUITY OF SPIRITUAL GIFTS

By Joseph Harvey Waggoner

THE GIFTS AND OFFICES OF THE HOLY SPIRIT.—NO. 11.

BY ELD. J. H. WAGGONER.

PERPETUITY OF SPIRITUAL GIFTS.

We trust the reader will not forget our proposition, that if a single well-attested instance of the manifestation of the spirit of prophecy, or of any gift of the Spirit, can be produced this side of the time of the apostles, then the force of every objection or argument against their perpetuity throughout the entire Christian dispensation is destroyed. For if they can be shown to have existed at any time since the apostles, then there is no reason remaining why they may not exist through all time, as long as the gospel is preached to the world.

As the apostle Paul said, “I will come to visions and revelations of the Lord.” And the facts and occurrences which are presented justify this application of the apostle’s words. The trance, or vision, of William Tennent is well known to the churches. The writer of this first heard of it about twenty-five years ago, through the pastor of a Baptist church of which he was a member. The pastor related it as an instance of a modern manifestation of God’s Spirit, in which he had the fullest confidence. The account of it was published in the Evangelical Intelligencer in 1806, and placed in the Memoirs of Tennent’s life in 1815.

Mr. Tennent was once pastor of a Presbyterian church in Freehold, New Jersey. He was respected by all as a man worthy of the fullest confidence. His biographer says of him:— “If there ever was a person who deserved to be believed unreservedly, on his own word, it was he. He possessed an integrity of soul, and a soundness of judgment, which did actually secure him an unlimited confidence from all who knew him. Every species of deception, falsehood, and exaggeration, he abhorred and scorned. He was an Israelite, indeed, in whom there was no guile.”

MR. TENNENT’S VISION.

The relation of his vision is as follows:— “After a regular course of study in theology, Mr. Tennent was preparing for his examination by the Presbytery, as a candidate for the gospel ministry. His intense application affected his health, and brought on a pain in his breast and a slight hectic. He soon became emaciated, and at length was like a living skeleton. His life was now threatened. He was attended by a physician, a young man who was attached to him by the strictest and warmest friendship. He grew worse and worse, till little hope of life was left. In this situation his spirits failed him, and he began to entertain doubts of his final happiness. He was conversing one morning with his brother in Latin, on the state of his soul, when he fainted and died away. After the usual time he was laid out on a board, according to the common practice of the country, and the neighborhood were invited to attend his funeral the next day.”

“In the evening his physician and friend returned from a ride into the country, and was afflicted beyond measure at the news of his death. He could not be persuaded that it was certain; and on being told that one of the persons who had assisted in laying out the body thought he had observed a little tremor of the flesh under the arm, although the body was cold and stiff, he endeavored to ascertain the fact. He first put his own hand into warm water, to make it as sensible as possible, and then felt under the arm and at the heart, and affirmed that he felt an unusual warmth, though no one else could. He had the body restored to a warm bed, and insisted that the people who had been invited to the funeral should be requested not to attend. To this the brother objected as absurd, the eyes being sunk, the lips discolored, and the whole body cold and stiff. However, the doctor finally prevailed, and all probable means were used to discover symptoms of returning life. But the third day arrived, and no hopes were entertained of success, but by the doctor, who never left him, night nor day.”

“The people were again invited and assembled to attend the funeral. The doctor still objected, and at last confined his request for delay to one hour, then to half an hour, and finally to a quarter of an hour. He had discovered that the tongue was much swollen and threatened to crack. He was endeavoring to soften it by some emollient ointment, put upon it with a feather, when the brother came in, about the expiration of the last period, and mistaking what the doctor was doing for an attempt to feed him, manifested some resentment, and in a spirited tone, said, ‘It is shameful to be feeding a lifeless corpse;’ and insisted with earnestness, that the funeral should immediately proceed. At this critical and important moment, the body, to the great alarm and astonishment of all present, opened its eyes, gave a dreadful groan, and sunk again into apparent death. This put an end to all thoughts of burying him, and every effort was again employed in hope of bringing about a speedy resuscitation. In about an hour the eyes again opened, a heavy groan proceeded from the body, and again all appearance of animation vanished. In another hour life seemed to return with more power, and a complete revival took place, to the great joy of the family and friends, and to the no small astonishment and conviction of very many who had been ridiculing the idea of restoring to life a dead body. *”

“After he was able to walk the room, and to take notice of what passed around him, on a Sunday afternoon, his sister, who had staid from church to sit and read to him, was reading in the Bible, when he took notice of it, and asked what she had in her hand. She answered that she was reading the Bible. He replied, ‘What is the Bible? I know not what you mean.’ This affected the sister so much that she burst into tears, and informed him that he was once well acquainted with it. On her reporting this to the brother when he returned, Mr. Tennent was found upon examination to be totally ignorant of every transaction of his life, previous to his sickness; he could not read a single word, neither did he seem to have an idea of what it meant. As soon as he became capable of attention, he was taught to read and write, as children are usually taught, and afterward began to learn the Latin language, under the tuition of his brother. One day as he was reciting a lesson in Cornelius Nepos, he suddenly started, clapped his hands to his head, as if something had hurt him, and made a pause. His brother asked him what was the matter. He said he felt a sudden shock in his head, and it now seemed to him as if he had read that book before. By degrees his recollection was restored, and he could speak the Latin language as fluently as before his sickness. His memory so completely revived that he gained a perfect knowledge of the past transactions of his life, as if no difficulty had previously occurred. This event, at the time, made a considerable noise, and afforded not only matter of serious contemplation to the devout Christian, especially when connected with what follows in this narration, but furnished a subject of deep investigation and learned inquiry to the real philosopher and curious anatomist.”

“The writer of these memoirs was greatly interested by these uncommon events; and on a favorable occasion earnestly pressed Mr. Tennent for a minute account of what his views and apprehensions were, while he lay in this extraordinary state of suspended animation. He discovered great reluctance to enter into any explanation of his perceptions and feelings at this time, but being importunately urged to do it he at length consented, and proceeded with a solemnity not to be described.”

“‘While I was conversing with my brother,’ said he, ‘on the state of my soul, and the fears I had entertained for my future welfare, I found myself, in an instant, in another state of existence, under the direction of a superior being, who ordered me to follow him. I was accordingly wafted along, I know not how, till I beheld at a distance an ineffable glory, the impression of which on my mind it is impossible to communicate to mortal man. I immediately reflected on my happy change, and thought, Well, blessed be God! I am safe at last, notwithstanding all my fears. I saw an innumerable host of happy beings surrounding the inexpressible glory, in acts of adoration and joyous worship; but I did not see any bodily shape or representation in the glorious appearance. I heard things unutterable. I heard their songs and hallelujahs of thanksgiving and praise with unspeakable rapture. I felt joy unutterable and full of glory. I then applied to my conductor, and requested leave to join the happy throng; on which he tapped me on the shoulder, and said, “You must return to the earth.” This seemed like a sword through my heart. In an instant I recollect to have seen my brother standing before me, disputing with the doctor. The three days during which I had appeared lifeless, seemed to me not more than ten or twenty minutes. The idea of returning to this world of sorrow and trouble gave me such a shock, that I fainted repeatedly.’”

“He added: ‘Such was the effect on my mind, of what I had seen and heard, that if it be possible for a human being to live entirely above the world and the things of it, for some time afterward I was that person. The ravishing sounds of the songs and hallelujahs that I heard, and the very words that were uttered, were not out of my ears, when awake, for at least three years. All the kingdoms of the earth were, in my sight, as nothing and vanity; and so great were my ideas of heavenly glory, that nothing which did not in some measure relate to it, could command my serious attention.’”—Life of Tennent, pp. 12–18.

The following cases are later, and, if possible, still more remarkable. The first is that of Eld. J. B. Finley, a Methodist minister well known in Ohio, and for some time a missionary among the Indians. It is still related by himself.

VISION OF ELDER J. B. FINLEY.

“It was in the summer of 1842. Worn down with fatigue I was completing my last round of quarterly meetings, and winding up the labors of a very toilsome year. I had scarcely finished my work till I was most violently attacked with bilious fever, and it was with great difficulty that I reached home. The disease had taken so violent a hold on my system that I sank rapidly under its power. Everything that kind attention and medical skill could impart was resorted to, to arrest its ravages, but all was in vain, and my life was despaired of. On the seventh night, in a state of entire insensibility to all around me, when the last ray of hope had departed, and my weeping family and friends were standing around my couch, waiting to see me breathe my last, it seemed to me that a heavenly visitant entered my room. It came to my side, and in the softest and most silvery tones, which fell like rich music upon my ear, it said, ‘I have come to conduct you to another state and place of existence.’ In an instant I seemed to rise, and, gently borne by an angel guide, I floated out upon the ambient air. Soon earth was lost in the distance, and around us, on every side, were worlds of light and glory. On, on, away, away from the world to luminous worlds afar, we sped with the velocity of thought. At length we reached the gates of paradise; and oh! the transporting scenes that fell upon my vision as the emerald portals, wide and high, rolled back upon their golden hinges! Then, in its fullest extent, did I realize the invocation of the poet:— “‘Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring To my raptured vision, All the ecstatic joys that spring Round the bright Elysian.’”

“Language, however, is inadequate to describe what there, with unveiled eyes, I saw. The vision is indelibly pictured on my heart. Before me, spread out in beauty, was a broad sheet of water, clear as crystal, not a single ripple on its surface, and its purity and clearness indescribable. On each side of this lake or river, rose up the most tall and beautiful trees, covered with all manner of fruit and flowers, the brilliant hues of which were reflected in the bosom of the placid river.”

“While I stood gazing with joy and rapture at the scene, a convoy of angels were seen floating in the pure ether of that world. They all had long wings, and although they went with the greatest rapidity, yet their wings were folded close by their side. While I gazed I asked my guide who they were, and what their mission. To this he responded, ‘They are angels, dispatched to the world from which you came, on an errand of mercy.’ I could hear strains of the most entrancing melody all around me, but no one was discovered but my guide. At length I said, ‘Will it be possible for me to have a sight of some of the just, made perfect in glory?’ Just then there came before us three persons; one had the appearance of a male, the other a female, the third an infant. The appearance of the first two was somewhat similar to the angels I saw, with the exception that they had crowns upon their heads, of the purest yellow, and harps in their hands. Their robes, which were full and flowing, were of the purest white. Their countenances were lighted up with a heavenly radiance, and they smiled upon me with ineffable sweetness.”

“There was nothing with which the blessed babe, or child, could be compared. It seemed to be about three feet high. Its wings, which were long and most beautiful, were tinged with all the colors of the rainbow. Its dress seemed to be of the whitest silk, covered with the softest white down. The driven snow could not excel it for whiteness and purity. Its face was all radiant with glory; its very smile now plays around my heart. I gazed, and gazed with wonder upon this heavenly child. At length I said, If I have to return to earth, from whence I came, I should love to take this child with me, and show it to the weeping mothers of earth. Methinks when they see it, they will never shed another tear over their children when they die. So anxious was I to carry out the desire of my heart that I made a grasp at the bright and beautiful one, desiring

to clasp it in my arms, but it eluded my grasp, and plunged into the river of life. Soon it rose up from the waters, and as the drops fell from its expanding wings, they seemed like diamonds, so brightly did they sparkle. Directing its course to the other shore, it flew up to one of the topmost branches of one of life’s fair trees. With a look of most seraphic sweetness it gazed upon me, and then commenced singing in Heaven’s own strains, ‘To Him that hath loved me, and washed me from sins in his own blood, to him be glory both now and forever. Amen.’ At that moment the power of the eternal God came upon me, and I began to shout, and, clapping my hands, I sprang from my bed, and was healed as instantly as the lame man in the beautiful porch of the temple, who ‘went walking, and leaping, and praising God.’ Overwhelmed with the glory I saw and felt, I could not cease praising God.”

The name of Dr. Bond is well known throughout the country. He was an eminent minister of the Methodist denomination. His vision, as published in the Christian Advocate, was different from the preceding, being practical and involving a duty to warn others of the danger of their condition. It is as follows:—

VISION OF DR. BOND.

“About this time occurred a very extraordinary incident in the life of Dr. Bond, which we narrate with great doubt as to the propriety of the publication. He very rarely mentioned it, and never ventured to designate or explain it. Its truth is, however, beyond question. The circumstances forbid the supposition of optical illusion, or temporary hallucination. There are those living who testify to such of the facts as were subject to observation, and the memorials of the transaction are yet distinctly preserved in the religious character of sons and daughters of some who were immediately affected by it.”

“Being on a visit to his father, he was deeply grieved to find the church, which he had left in a state of prosperous activity, languishing, lukewarm, and weak. His thoughts were much occupied with the subject, and of course, it was the matter of earnest and frequent prayer. In this state of mind, one morning he was walking over the fields to a neighboring house, when suddenly he seemed to be in a room where a number of people were assembled, apparently for worship. The room he recognized as an apartment in the house of a neighbor, where a prayer-meeting was to be held on the evening of that day. Had he stood in the midst of it he could not have been more conscious of the scene. There was nothing of the dim, shadowy, or dreamy, about it. He recognized the people, noticed where they sat and stood, remarked his father near the table, at which a preacher was rising to give out a hymn, and near the middle of the congregation he saw a man named C., for whose salvation he felt considerable anxiety, standing with his son beside him. While gazing with astonishment upon the scene, he heard the words, ‘Go and tell C. that he has an offer of salvation for the last time.’”

“Naturally supposing that too great concentration of mind upon one subject had induced some hallucination of the senses, Dr. Bond fell down on his knees, and besought God to preserve his reason. The scene, however, continued; it would not disappear or change in any of its particulars. In vain he struggled to dispel it, the voice yet repeated with indubitable distinctness, ‘Go tell C. that he has an offer of salvation for the last time.’ Yet how would he dare to deliver so awful a message? For a great length of time he struggled for deliverance from what he still considered an illusion. At length an expedient occurred to him, which he adopted. He had never been in the room in which he was apparently present when it was used for a public religious meeting. He, of course, did not know how it was commonly prepared for such occasions. He therefore noted with great care the particulars of the scene. He saw where the little table for the preacher and the benches and chairs for the people were placed. He noticed his acquaintances, and where they sat and stood; and when he was satisfied that he had possessed himself of these details he said, ‘I will go to this meeting, and if I find all things there to correspond with what I now see, it shall be a sign from the Lord, and I will deliver the message.’ Immediately the scene vanished, and he was alone in the green fields.”

“With a spirit indescribably agitated, he returned home, where he found ladies, who required him to escort them a long distance, and it was somewhat past the hour fixed for the meeting when he reached the awful place. During the day he had freely indulged the hope that on his entrance into the room his trouble would disappear. He thought he had been the subject of an illusion, the fruit of an excited brain, and that a want of correspondence, immediately to be detected, between the real scene and the one presented to his disordered fancy would at once satisfy him as to the morbid character of his morning vision, and release him from the obligation of delivering the terrible message with which he was conditionally charged. When he opened the door, however, he saw again, in all its minuteness of detail, the morning scene. In vain he searched the room for a variant particular. There sat his father in the designated place. The preacher at the table was rising to give out the hymn. In the midst of the room stood C., with his son beside him. Everything demanded that the message should be delivered.”

“After the preliminary exercises he rose and stated the circumstances as we have related them, and then going to C. he laid his hand upon him, and repeated the words he had heard. The effect was indescribable. C. and his son fell down together, and called upon God. An awful solemnity rested upon all present. Many cried for mercy, and from that time began a revival which spread far and wide—the fruits of which are yet seen after many days.”

MY SAVIOUR.

By M. E. Kellogg

Saviour, thou art my guide; Let me but put my trust in thee, And safely every storm I will outride; And if at any time I fail to see Thy guiding hand, I know full well it will Still lead me on, and I will trust thee still.

Saviour, thou art my hope; Through thee I look for joy in future years, And this doth buoy my drooping spirits up, While here I journey on mid doubts and fears, To know that when the welcome goal is won I'll hear thee say the blessed words, “Well done.”

Saviour, thou art my friend; Close to my side I ever feel thee near, And thou dost all my wand'rings here attend, And speakest words of love and kindly cheer; And when oppressed with care I doubting stand, Then thou dost reach to me the friendly hand.

Saviour, when time is o'er, [reign, When thou with clouds shalt come to earth to When sickness, pain, and death, shall be no more, And earth shall glow with Eden bloom again, Then, when life's conflicts all are overpast, Oh! grant to me a crown of life at last.

M. E. KELLOGG.

Berkshire Centre, Vermont.

The Pacific Mission.

By James White

THE FUTURE.

By the request, and the unanimous vote, of the Board of Trustees of the Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association, we have consented to take charge of the SIGNS OF THE TIMES, and act as business agent of the Association. We are to make full reports to the Board at the close of each three months of all the business transactions of the Office. But it is at great sacrifice that we consent to take the responsibilities of the Office, to meet the difficulties, and endure the privations and hardships unavoidable in building up a new institution, among comparative strangers, which institution must for a time be mainly supported by the charities of our people. We have passed through this struggle once, by the help of God, in bringing into existence and nourishing the Publishing Association located at Battle Creek, Mich., until its capital stock amounts to $100,000.

And we are still willing to be a servant of the church, if we can have the confidence of those for whom we labor. We are willing to sacrifice means, deprive ourselves of pleasures, and carry a double burden of cares, if we may live in the sympathies and love of those for whom we labor. During the last twenty-five years we have passed over Suspension Bridge more than fifty times, and have never had four hours to spare to stop over one train to go to see the grand Niagara. We are spending our fourth winter in California, and have not found time to visit the Geysers, Petrified Forests, Big Trees, or the Yosemite. We do not expect ever to enjoy the sight of them. We cannot spare time to see them in this world, and we are quite sure they will not exist in the next.

We now enter cheerfully upon the work of building up the publishing interests of the cause on the Pacific Coast; and we shall greatly prize the hearty co-operation of all its friends. Neither we nor those associated with us in the Office are in the least dependent upon the Pacific Printing Association for a position that will give support. This must be evident to all from the fact that while common laborers and common carpenters of our brethren in California have received from twenty to thirty-five cents an hour for their labor on and about the building, our friends, competent to edit the SIGNS, and keep the books of the Association, have labored for half of one year for the mere sums of from seven to eleven cents an hour.

We solemnly believe the time is not far distant when we shall be called to establish the press on the Atlantic. Then it will doubtless be the choice of those associated with us in the work here to be with us there. Both we and they will hail with joy the day when we can be released from our present post of duty by competent and devoted helpers taking our places, who will as cheerfully sacrifice to keep the Office up in good condition as we have done in bringing it into existence. While we shall remain, may it ever be our highest ambition to labor in the fear of God, with the true spirit of sacrifice, to build up the publishing branch of the cause on the Pacific Coast.

There should be more of that true spirit of devotion to the work, and real enterprise to improve and excel, at the REVIEW Office which is already manifesting itself at the SIGNS Office. Our print, or “press-work” as the printers term it, is excellent, while that done at the REVIEW Office is decidedly bad. With equal advantages in other respects, the more experienced men at the Office in Battle Creek should excel our pressman, who had no knowledge whatever of press-work three months since. The want of a good pressman was our greatest anxiety in establishing the press in California. But to prepare for the emergency, a few weeks before the new press came, our pressman took his heavy forms of type across the bay to San Francisco, and begged the chance to work them himself on the press of another, paying the usual rates for press-work, and doing the work himself for nothing. Thus he gathered up the art in a few weeks, and now excels as a pressman. We have more interest in the REVIEW than we can possibly have in the SIGNS. And while we thank Eld. Smith for his compliment to the SIGNS, we sympathize with him in deploring the state of things at the REVIEW Office, which, without decided improvement, must result in a change of hands very soon. We are both grieved that men with every facility for printing of first quality under the heavens should not do first-class work.

There is no want of devotion to the work, and of the spirit of true enterprise in the line of real improvements, on the part of our wide-awake associates at the SIGNS Office. They are bound to excel and make the enterprise a glorious success, pay or no pay. They will prove very hard to starve out. And we do not wish to conceal the fact that we covet that spirit of competition which will improve both papers. “Competition is the life of business,” is a maxim which may apply, in a restricted sense, to religious printing as well as to other branches of business. God save us from a dull, stupid monopoly, especially in printing at a time like this. We expect that our helpers, in their inexperience, will make some mistakes, but that will afford them a fresh opportunity for improvement.

The ADVENT REVIEW AND HERALD OF THE SABBATH is our church paper. That is the proper medium through which to give appointments of Tract and Missionary meetings, and explanations and directions, and the reports of the workings of the Society. As such we urgently recommend that paper to our people on the Pacific Coast, as well as in all other parts of the field. That paper carries the idea in the very title that it is denominational, which makes it objectionable on first sight to those who cherish feelings of prejudice against our faith. While, therefore, the REVIEW is adapted to fill its place as a church paper, it is not the best for the missionary field.

The SIGNS OF THE TIMES is a title that well expresses the character of the paper, and yet is sufficiently general not to be objectionable at first sight. In fact, it is a heading that will strike the eye of the beholder favorably. We briefly state our plans as follows:—

1. The SIGNS will be free from those church matters of no special interest to new readers. These things, sometimes objectionable to those who cannot justly appreciate them, will find their proper place in the REVIEW.

2. The SIGNS will give the reasons of our faith and hope in a series of articles, one in each number, commencing Dec. 9, and extending at least one year. These articles will be written in a free style, easy to be understood, setting forth the Bible doctrines of S. D. Adventists. Those who wish to have our views and positions set before their friends in a connected, clear, and favorable manner will do well to avail themselves of the present opportunity of sending our paper to them one year at least. We shall expect very many subscribers through the influence, and by the persistent efforts, of individuals.

3. With the same issue we shall commence sketches of the life and experience of Mrs. W., and continue them in each number. These sketches will be presented in a style, and be sustained by such proofs, as will meet the demands of the inquiring public. For some time we have felt that it was due the public that the many remarkable incidents and facts in the Christian experience and labors of Mrs. W. be made known. In the providence of God she has been led to take a position before the world as a speaker and writer, and the people should know more of her life, Christian experience, and work. Her name is widely known, chiefly owing to the fact that almost every opponent of our faith, in preaching and writing against the Sabbath and other Bible sentiments our people hold, refers to Mrs. W. and her work in a scoffing style, in order to please the unholy rabble and prejudice honest people.

Many, from want of knowledge of the facts in the case, take unfavorable views of the work of God in the last message, with which Mrs. W. has held close connection from its earliest existence. It is therefore necessary for the good of the cause of Bible truth that her work be correctly represented, and properly defended before the people. These sketches may occupy a space in the SIGNS for one year or more, after which we may put them in a humble volume for very extensive circulation. Those who are anxious to learn the facts in the case, and do not wish to wait one year or more for the volume, should at once subscribe for our paper.

4. Besides gathering brief abstracts from the progress department of the REVIEW, and some other important reports of the progress of the cause in Europe and elsewhere, the SIGNS will not copy from the REVIEW to any great extent. It will contain live matter, new and old, carefully selected, and faithfully prepared for the new readers in the missionary field.

5. The SIGNS will also contain a Health Department, general Religious Miscellany, and matters of secular News and Miscellany. These will be very select and valuable, and will fill one page or more of the paper, making it quite an object, not only for our brethren to subscribe for the SIGNS, but for other candid, reading people within the range of missionary workers.

6. Finally, it shall be the highest object of the conductors of the SIGNS to make the paper interesting, useful, and in every way a paper that our people will wish to send to their friends, and such as the Tract and Missionary workers can offer to the people of the outside world for the small sum of $1.50 to those able to pay for it.

We believe there is no form of reading matter that will accomplish as much good for the amount of money as the regular weekly visits of a paper such as we design to issue for the especial benefit of the Tract and Missionary Societies. And we would say to individuals who furnish our paper to their friends, and also to missionary workers who furnish it to those who do not pay, that, if in doing your duty in seeing whether the paper is valued or not you wish to change it from a disinterested receiver to another, you can do so at any time; but we cannot consent to refund money paid for the SIGNS.

We now ask for 10,000 new subscribers before the first day of January, 1876. We shall issue the SIGNS only once in two weeks until December 9, then we shall commence with at least 13,000 copies, and wait until we have that number of subscribers, so that all the readers can have the matter in order, from first to last, without receiving bundles of back numbers. We notify our co-laborers that there is no time to be lost. The fact that money is scarce must not stand in the way of our work. Let more energy take the place of the want of cash, and let the work move on. This is no time to slack our hands, and fail to do our duty.

WE GO FORWARD BY FAITH.

By faith in God, in his holy word, in the doctrines and positions of Seventh-day Adventists, and faith in the providential dealings of the great Disposer of events, in opening the way before us, and helping us hitherto, we go forward. Faith, more faith, is needed as the very mainspring of all our efforts. As a people, we must come nearer to God by confession of our sins, and by those sacrifices which his cause demands of us to make at this time.

One will show in his life all the faith he has. Says the apostle James, “I will show thee my faith by my works.” Faith in the soon coming of Christ is wanted. Faith, brethren, a little more faith in the last message, and in the great work it is doing, and is destined to accomplish in the world, is very much needed to keep you from the spirit of this world. We must venture out by faith on the light God gives us. This has been necessary from the very commencement of this work.

Twenty-three years since, when we were not worth a dollar of the perishable things of this world, and had but a few scores of denominational friends, we issued 24,000 copies of one of our Sabbath tracts. And as we asked some of our brethren of small faith, not as large even as a mustard seed, to assist us in meeting the expenses, they murmured at our risky course. They could not see why we should publish 24,000 books for a few score of brethren to read. But we did not publish them for the brethren to read, but to go to the outside world. And by faith they went out, and brought in hundreds to the faith. And since that edition was exhausted, we have published more than 100,000 copies of the same work. As a people we want more good Advent faith, that brings the soon-coming kingdom, with all its rewards and glories, very near, and causes this poor little world to recede.

Come nearer to God, brethren, and get the missionary spirit, and learn to love poor sinners more than the good things of this life. Come where the Spirit of God shall rest upon you, where you may feel happy in using a portion of your means, and a share of your time in missionary work. Resist the spirit of the world. Resist the devil that he may flee from you. In one sense, he is a conquered foe. Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you. It is your privilege to walk with God, commune with Christ, be guarded by good angels

and filled with the Holy Spirit. There is work to be done, there are sacrifices to be made, and crowns of glory to win. Are you in doubts and darkness? Then do the works of faith, and light will shine away the darkness.

J. W.

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