What the Greek Church is doing in Russian dominions, she is doing also in her ancient lands, although under quite different auspices. In Turkey and Asia Minor she keeps the flame aglow amid adverse conditions, and provides spiritual food for her vast household. Besides, she is the most active missionary agency in the Levant.
But enough has been said. If we could only overtop the mountains of prejudice, and we fear we must add, for it is the parent of prejudice, ignorance, which divide the West from the East, we should be able to look down not upon a barren wilderness, but a fruitful vineyard, in which the servants of Christ are working under the eye of their Master, even as we are working in our separate sphere. Let us think about these things.
[1]_Vide_ an article in the _Re-union Magazine_, by F. W. Groves Campbell, LL.D., March, 1910 (London: Cope & Fenwick).
"I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live!"
My God, shall sin its power maintain, And in my soul defiant live! 'Tis not enough that Thou forgive, The cross must rise, and self be slain.
Then in my life Thy love reveal,-- As by The Christ Who bore the cross, So by my sacrifice and loss, And by the bitter pangs I feel.
O God of love, Thy love declare,-- 'Tis not enough that Christ should die, I too, with Him, in death must lie, And in my death His anguish share.
Lord, is it nothing now, to Thee?-- Yea, it is much, that well I know, For Thou hast memory of the woe That filled Thy soul at Calvary.
And Thou wilt come with gracious aid, When, burdened on the awful road, I fall beneath the grievous load Upon my fainting spirit laid.
Nor let me feel Thou hast no care, Though arrows fly, and darkness fall; Sin must be slain, but when I call Thou art attentive to my prayer.
O God of love, Thy power disclose,-- 'Tis not enough that Christ should rise, I, too, must seek the brightening skies, And rise from death, as Christ arose.
And from the cross, and to the grave Descend; and when the morning breaks, To life anew the soul awakes That sin nor death shall e'er enslave.
The cross is love: the Christ's, and mine;-- 'Tis life to die, and death to live, And not enough that God forgive, If I would live the life divine.
Hark! upon the morning breezes, In the darkness, ere the waking, Music sweet the senses pleases, Soft upon the stillness breaking;-- "Glory, Glory!" this the singing, Welcome to Immanuel bringing.