" How amiable are Thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts! My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth, for the courts of the Lord:my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God. . . . Blessed are they that dwell in Thy house:they will be still praising Thee" (Ps. 84:1, 2, 4). Thus sang the sweet singer, who. though king of Israel, never entered into the holiest of all-into the very presence of God Himself (Heb. 9 :7, 11), the blessed and holy privilege of the least of God's saints now. And yet, how the joy of His courts filled to the uttermost the innermost being of David, the beloved I That his soul cried out, yea, even fainted, for the courts of the Lord was because his heart and his flesh cried out for the living God. And so shall it be with us here now, when our hearts and our flesh cry out for him. No more then the forsaking of the assembly of the saints, as the manner of some is; no more then the deserted and neglected prayer-meeting. The Lord fill our hearts with the joy of His own presence. Amen. A. V.