How lovely are the faces of The men who talk with God— Lit with an inner sureness of The path their feet have trod; How gentle is the manner of A man who walks with Him! No strength can overcome him, and No cloud his courage dim. Keen are the hands and feet—ah yes— Of those who wait His will, And clear as crystal mirrors, are The hearts His love can fill.

Some lives are drear from doubt and fear While others merely plod; But lovely faces mark the men Who walk and talk with God.

“MARKED FOR HIS OWN” BY PAULINE PROSSER - THOMPSON

I presume everybody has known saints whose lives were just radiant. Joy beamed out of their eyes; joy bubbled over their lips; joy seemed to fairly run from their fingertips. You could not come in contact with them without having a new light come into your own life. They were like electric batteries charged with joy.

If you look into the eyes of such radiantly happy persons—not those people who are sometimes on the mountaintop and sometimes in the valley, but people who are always radiantly happy—you will find that every one is a man or a woman who spends a great deal of time in prayer with God alone. God is the source of all joy, and if we come into contact with Him, His infinite joy comes into our lives.

Would you like to be a radiant Christian? You may be. Spend time in prayer. You cannot be a radiant Christian in any other way. Why is it that prayer in the Name of Christ makes one radiantly happy? It is because prayer makes God real. The gladdest thing upon earth is to have a real God! I would rather give up anything I have in the world, or anything I ever may have, than give up my faith in God. You cannot have vital faith in God if you give all your time to the world and to secular affairs, to reading the newspapers and to reading literature, no matter how good it is. Unless you take time for fellowship with God, you cannot have a real God. If you do take time for prayer you will have a real, living God, and if you have a living God you will have a radiant life. R. A. TORREY

Of all the lights you carry in your face, Joy will reach the farthest out to sea. H. W. BEECHER

It was said by Chesterfield, the heartless dandy, upon his return from visiting Fenelon, the Archbishop of Cambrai: “If I had stayed another day in his presence, I am afraid I would have had to become a Christian; his spirit was so pure, so attractive and beautiful.”