thwart his divine purpose. With great power he rea-
sons from the accuracy of nature and sees in that
proved accuracy that the same exact justice will be
realized in spiritual realms. Nature, he assures us,
is never in a hurry, never late, and never forgets or
fumbles. The atoms, he declares, are also on time
and march with the precision of soldiers. Nothing
is hard, nothing is easy, for Nature. She juggles
Arcturus and guides a raindrop down the window-
pane with equal nonchalance. Nature never guesses,
slips, or misses. She never makes a move that can-
not be expressed in algebraic formula. There is no
waste, no scraps, no refuse. The chemical reactions
of the garbage heap are just as true as those of the
apothecary's table. With irresistible logic he reasons
that anger, malice, kindness, and love move with the
same unerring exactness that prevails in the com-
pounds of sulphur, hydrogen, and oxygen. Nature
would not be careful in low matter and slipshod in
her high products of the spirit. It is no mere figure
of speech, then, to say: "Be sure your sin will find
you out.'
"Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he
also reap." But it is just as true on the other side-
also your goodness will find you out. We live in a
world of accurate moral as well as chemical reaction.
The ten commandments do not foozle any more than
does the multiplication table.

With merciless logic, our editor carries out his conclusion." Behind every unclean thought," he declares, "roars the thunder of the Pleiades. Every theft and cheating calls a power of vengeance from the air. Every act of disloyalty, or jealous mean

ness, or malice, is on its road to meet somewhe sword or a sorrow." And he quotes the poet's v of "The Hounds of God" who mercilessly trail sinner to his punishment.

"The hounds of God across the years

Are running swift and true;

Far and away they seem to play,
But they're tracking me and you.

"The king is seated on his throne,
His courtiers all around him,

They see him start and grasp his heart-
The hounds of God have found him.

"At low midnight the wastrel wakes,

Afraid upon his bed,

For the hollow sounds of the baying hounds

Are ringing in his head.

"The wicked woman wipes her lips

And says, "Tis naught, 'tis naught!'

Yet the velvet feet of the hounds so fleet
Whisper behind her thought.

"They have torn great empires limb from limb,
They have conquered the conquerors,
And their teeth have hurt for sins of dirt
In plagues that are worse than wars.

"They have cruelly taken the old man down,
They have bitten the babe at the breast;
For there's never a sin of kith or kin
Can escape their fateful quest.

"Before us goes God's angel tall,

Flying upon the wind,

And sweet as the dawn he beckons us on-
But the hounds of God are behind!"

But, thank God, we never need close a Christian sermon on that key, for he himself has spoken to us of forgiveness and mercy through Christ, who dared to be made sin for us, and who opened a way for our forgiveness and escape.

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In the old shepherd days in the East the Syrian shepherd led his flock on its way to the pasture ground for the day and again on the way home at night. The sheep knew his voice and followed him. But if any grew lazy or careless or willful and began to wander or linger behind, the shepherd's dog watched in the rear with sharp bark and sharper fangs to see that they did not forget. It is better to listen and give heed to the kind voice of the Good Shepherd than to feel the teeth of the hounds of God. Before us God's angels of love are always calling us to the right path, to do the will of God, and walk in peace; but if we turn to the wrong way we must expect the hounds of God. It is better to be sensitive to the call of God's angels than to feel the teeth of his hounds. If we heed the angels, we make friends with all the great accurate laws of God; we enter into a great and unshakable peace. We know that our destiny is not the plaything of chance, but is as sure as the God who holds the universe in his hand. With such assurance we are able to go on our happy way singing:

"He has filled my mouth with a song of praise
For blessings that hallow the passing days,
For his love bestowed in boundless ways,
Has my God, my Friend.

"He has filled my heart with his love so deep,
More love have I for his poor, lost sheep
That he seeks afar on the mountain steep,
My Lord, my Friend.

"He calleth his own sheep by name, and leadeth them And when he putteth forth his own sheep, he goeth be them, and the sheep follow him; for they know his voic John 10:3, 4.

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It is a far cry from these sounds, emitted by the lowest order of animated life, up through the call of the woods, the pasture and the barnyard; through the gentle bark of the watch dog and the song of birds, the roar of the lion, the neigh of the horse, to the human voice; and on to its climax in the charming voice of the Good Shepherd. But they are all expressions and witnesses of the infinite goodness and mercy of the Creator and Preserver of the Universe.

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