The house all symmetry within,
  The worshippers all white and clean;
  How lustrous is the scene, and rare! 
  It must be so—­’The Lord is there.’

  There, from beneath the threshold, teems
  The tide of truth in living streams;
  And those who drink the waters, share
  Eternal life—­’The Lord is there.’

  The crystal waves spread deep and wide;
  Salvation rolls upon the tide;
  So copious is the flood, we dare
  No longer doubt—­’The Lord is there.’

  The healing virtue never fails;
  For all ‘who will,’ it still avails;
  Within the city brought, they wear
  A kingly crown—­’The Lord is there.’

  The glory of the Lord is seen,
  His voice is heard by all within;
  The tribes of Israel are His care,
  Who reigns, the Lord for ever there.

“While reading and meditating on Ezekiel’s vision, my spirit was refreshed; and in the evening, while praying with my servant, my soul rejoiced in God my Saviour.  Tears of joy ran down my eyes, and my soul overflowed.—­Six years my dear John has been in paradise, and I am still endeavouring to urge on my way; feeble, yet pursuing.  Praise God for the encouragement I feel.  Jesus is all the world to me; there is nothing in my estimation equal to Him;—­nothing I desire in comparison of Him.—­In the world there appears to be a glorious movement towards God.  The latter-day glory hastens on.  India is quiet, and China opens her arms to the truth.  In America, Scotland, and Wales, the Spirit is descending plenteously.  O praise the Lord, for He shall reign; ’the government shall be upon His shoulder.’—­Walked as far as Heworth Chapel, and called upon Miss C.; she asked me to pray with her, being herself an invalid.  Cause of gratitude, being my longest walk this year.  The present circumstances of my children call for earnest persevering prayer.  Let Thy Spirit help me.—­The beauties of inanimate nature have this week exhibited the finger of God in the rising bud, and opening flower.  May I, to whom is given, an intelligent mind, while beholding these works of Thine, be drawn into closer union with Thyself.  Yea, while my hand directs the pen, let my soul assimilate to Thy likeness:  make me one with Thee.  Glory be to God, I feel there is union, for God is love:  but enlarge and fill my soul with all Thy fulness.—­This afternoon the young clergyman visited me, and made inquiries after my spiritual welfare.  My heart clave unto him; and after he had prayed, I heartily wished him success in his ministry.  Tidings have reached me, that my son John is going as a Missionary to Germany:  may it be of the Lord.  My soul is exceedingly drawn out in prayer that it may be so; and that it may be a blessing both to him and the people among whom he is about to labour.—­I am this day seventy-seven years old.  How quickly time departs!  I lack words to express the manifold mercies of my heavenly Father during the past year.  One above all, is the return of my Missionary son, after twenty-one years’ absence; and his, and his family’s kindness.  Bless the Lord, O my soul.—­Felt impressed to go and visit Mrs. M—­, whom I visited once last year; went, and had a happy interview.