child of the Father, the one thing to fill the divine gulf of his necessity.  To see the Father is the cry of every child-heart in the universe of the Father—­is the need, where not the cry, of every living soul.  Comfort yourselves then, brothers and sisters; he to whom the Son will reveal him shall know the Father; and the Son came to us that he might reveal him.  ‘Eternal Brother,’ we cry, ’show us the Father.  Be thyself to us, that in thee we may know him.  We too are his children:  let the other children share with thee in the things of the Father.’

Having spoken to his father first, and now to his disciples, the Lord turns to the whole world, and lets his heart overflow:—­St Matthew alone has saved for us the eternal cry:—­’Come unto me all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.’—­’I know the Father; come then to me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden.’  He does not here call those who want to know the Father; his cry goes far beyond them; it reaches to the ends of the earth.  He calls those who are weary; those who do not know that ignorance of the Father is the cause of all their labour and the heaviness of their burden.  ‘Come unto me,’ he says, ’and I will give you rest.’

This is the Lord’s own form of his gospel, more intensely personal and direct, at the same time of yet wider inclusion, than that which, at Nazareth, he appropriated from Isaiah; differing from it also in this, that it is interfused with strongest persuasion to the troubled to enter into and share his own eternal rest.  I will turn his argument a little.  ’I have rest because I know the Father.  Be meek and lowly of heart toward him as I am; let him lay his yoke upon you as he lays it on me.  I do his will, not my own.  Take on you the yoke that I wear; be his child like me; become a babe to whom he can reveal his wonders.  Then shall you too find rest to your souls; you shall have the same peace I have; you will be weary and heavy laden no more.  I find my yoke easy, my burden light.’

We must not imagine that, when the Lord says, ‘Take my yoke upon you,’ he means a yoke which he lays on those that come to him; ‘my yoke’ is the yoke he wears himself, the yoke his father lays upon him, the yoke out of which, that same moment, he speaks, bearing it with glad patience.  ’You must take on you the yoke I have taken:  the Father lays it upon us.’

The best of the good wine remains; I have kept it to the last.  A friend pointed out to me that the Master does not mean we must take on us a yoke like his; we must take on us the very yoke he is carrying.