There was one passage of Scripture, the force of which I never understood until one day at Chamounix, with Mont Blanc on one side, and Montanvent on the other, I opened my Bible and read:  “As the mountains are around about Jerusalem, so the Lord is around about them that fear Him.”  The surroundings were an omnipotent commentary.

    “Though troubles assail, and dangers affright;
    Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite;
    Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide,
    The Scriptures assure us the Lord will provide.”

V. Still further:  the road spoken of is a pleasant road.  God gives a bond of indemnity against all evil to every man that treads it.  “All things work together for good to those who love God.”  No weapon formed against them can prosper.  That is the bond, signed, sealed, and delivered by the President of the whole universe.  What is the use of your fretting, O child of God, about food?  “Behold the fowls of the air:  for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.”  And will He take care of the sparrow, will He take care of the hawk, and let you die?  What is the use of your fretting about clothes?  “Consider the lilies of the field.  Shall He not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?” What is the use worrying for fear something will happen to your home?  “He blesseth the habitation of the just.”  What is the use of your fretting lest you will be overcome of temptations?  “God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.”

O this King’s highway!  Trees of life on either side, bending over until their branches interlock and drop midway their fruit and shade.  Houses of entertainment on either side the road for poor pilgrims.  Tables spread with a feast of good things, and walls adorned with apples of gold in pictures of silver.  I start out on this King’s highway, and I find a harper, and I say:  “What is your name?” The harper makes no response, but leaves me to guess, as, with his eyes toward heaven and his hand upon the trembling strings this tune comes rippling on the air:  “The Lord is my light and my salvation.  Whom shall I fear?  The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?” I go a little further on the same road and meet a trumpeter of heaven, and I say:  “Haven’t you got some music for a tired pilgrim?” And wiping his lip and taking a long breath, he puts his mouth to the trumpet and pours forth this strain:  “They shall hunger no more, neither shall they thirst any more, neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat, for the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall lead them to living fountains of water, and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.”  I go a little distance further on the same road, and I meet a maiden of Israel.  She has no harp, but