A remarkable religious movement has for some months been proceeding in Wales. The Rev. G. Campbell Morgan-an eye witness-writes :"Arriving in the morning in the village, everything seemed quiet, and we wended our way to the place where a group of chapels stood. Everything was so quiet and orderly that we had to ask where the meeting was; and a lad, pointing to a chapel, said, 'In there.'Not a single person outside. Everything was quiet. We made our way through the open door, and just managed to get inside, and found the chapel crowded from floor to ceiling with a great mass of people. What was the occupation of the service ? It is impossible for me to tell you finally and fully. Suffice it to say that throughout that service there was singing and praying, and personal testimony, but no preaching.

"As the meeting went on, a man rose in the gallery and said, 'So and so,' naming some man,'has decided for Christ,' and then in a moment the song began. They did not sing, ' Songs of Praises,' they sang, ' Diolch Iddo,' and the weirdness and beauty of it swept over the audience. It was a song of praise because that man was born again. There are no enquiry rooms, no penitent forms, but some worker announces, or an enquirer openly confesses Christ, the name is registered, and the song breaks out, and they go back to testimony and prayer.

"In the evening exactly the same thing. I can tell you no more, save that I personally stood for three solid hours, wedged so that I could not lift my hands at all. That which impressed me most was the congregation. I looked along the gallery of the chapel on my right, and there were three women, and the rest were men packed solidly in. If you could but once have seen the men, evidently colliers, with the blue seam that told of their work on their faces, clean and beautiful. Beautiful, did I say?-many of them lit with heaven's own light, radiant with the light that never was on sea and land. Great rough, magnificent, poetic men by nature, but the nature had slumbered long. To-day it is awakened, and I looked on many a face, and I knew that men did not see me, did not see Evan Roberts, but they saw the face of God and the eternities. I left that evening, after having been in the meeting three hours, at 10:30, and it swept on, packed as it was, until an early hour next morning:song and prayer and testimony and conversion and confession of sin by leading church-members, publicly, and the putting of it away; and all the while no human leader, no one indicating the next thing to do, no one checking the spontaneous movement.

"There is no preaching, no order, no hymn-books, no choirs, no organs, no collections, and, finally, no advertising. Now, think of that for a moment again, will you ? Think of all our work. I am not saying these things are wrong. I simply want you to see what God is doing. There were the organs, but silent; the ministers, but among the rest of the people, rejoicing and prophesying with the rest, only there was no preaching. Yet the Welsh Revival is the revival of preaching to Wales. Everybody is preaching. No order, and yet it moves from day to day, week to week, county to county, with matchless precision, with the order of an attacking force."

Various other reports speak in the same way; one and another mentioning features which give the Christian heart the fond hope that there is in it a real work of God -a fresh visitation of that patient love which, from time to time, has revived spiritual life among men; a flood-tide of the river of God's grace which, like the Nile to Egypt, has ministered life and fruitfulness all along its course through the world. Is it an answer to the prayers which have gone up to God from them who have felt and mourned over the spiritual dearth of the times? May God grant it. May prayer ascend up to God continually for a work of His Spirit to be wrought everywhere, bringing sinners prostrate in repentance at the feet of Jesus the Saviour, and saints in subjection at the feet of Jesus the Lord.

There are features in the Wales movement which make one afraid. The word of God is practically left out. Yet we know that any real work of the Spirit of God produces genuine love of, and return to, the Holy Scriptures. A work of the Spirit of God where men and women are all free to have their say, and God no room to have His! This seems incredible. It is by the word of God that the worlds were brought into existence (Heb. 11:3); by the word of God that men are born again (i Pet. 1:23-25); by the preaching of the Cross that those who believe are saved (i Cor. 1:17-21).

We are not criticizing. We are in no mind for this. Life and death, the issues of eternity, are too solemn for that. But it is because they are so solemn that we dread anything which, while promising men something, would still leave them without foundation for the day of judgment. All true work of God, shedding light in the soul of man, of necessity produces a deep sense of sin and guilt, and consequent upon it, the exaltation of the cross of Christ, for it is there alone the convicted sinner finds deliverance from the judgment to come.

" Preach the Word " we are commanded. " They went everywhere preaching the Word" we are told. May we only water the incessant preaching of the Word more with earnest, persevering, supplicating prayer, remembering that " labor" is not only toward men, but also toward God; as Epaphras, " always laboring fervently for you in prayers" (Col. 4:12).