"Let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually."(Heb. 13:15)

A city missionary, stumbling through the dirt of a dark entry, heard a voice say, "Who's there, Honey?" Striking a match, he caught a vision of earthly want and suffering, of saintly trust and peace, "cut in ebony"━calm, appealing eyes set amid the wrinkles of a pinched, black face that lay on a tattered bed. It was a bitter night in February, and she had no fire, no fuel, no light. She had had no supper, no dinner, no breakfast. She seemed to have nothing at all but rheumatism and faith in God. One could not well be more completely exiled from all pleasantness of circumstances, yet the favorite song of this old creature ran:

"Nobody knows de trouble I see,

Nobody knows but Jesus;

Nobody knows de trouble I see—

Sing Glory Hallelu!

"Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down,

Sometimes I'm level on the groun',

Sometimes the glory shines aroun'

Sing Glory Hallelu!"

And so it went on: "Nobody............