Up, up the hill, to the whiter than snow-shine, Help me to climb, and dwell in pardon’s light.

I must be pure as Thou, or ever less Than Thy design of me—therefore incline My heart to take men’s wrongs as Thou tak’st mine.

Have you come to the place God told you of? Have you gone through the sacrifice of death? Are you willing to make the moral decision that the thing die out in you which never was in Jesus?

Up to that whiter than snow-shine; up to that place that is as strong and firm as the Throne of God. Do not say, “That pure, white, holy life is never for me!” Let God lift you; let Him take the shrouds away; let Him lift up; up to the hill, to the whiter than snow-shine. And when you get to the top what do you find? A great, strong tableland, where your feet are on a rock; your steps enlarged under you; your goings established. O SWALD CHAMBERS

Jesus offers you “life more abundantly.” Grasp the offer! Quit the boggy and dark low ground, and let Him lead you up higher! MOUNT AINT OPS WITH JESUS

`Take the supreme climb! Jesus lead me up the mountain, Where the whitest robes are seen, Where the saints can see the fountain, Where the pure are keeping clean.

Higher up, where light increases, Rich above all earthly good, Where the life of sinning ceases, Where the Spirit comes in floods.

Lead me higher, nothing dreading, In the race to never stop; In Thy footsteps keep me treading, Give me grace to reach the top.

Courage, my soul, and let us journey on!

Mount Sion, which is Hermon.—There the Lord commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.—I will be as the dew unto Israel: he shall grow as the lily, and cast forth his roots as Lebanon.

My doctrine shall drop as the rain, my speech shall distil as the dew, as the small rain upon the tender herb, and as the showers upon the grass.—As the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater: so shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.

God giveth not the Spirit by measure unto him.—And of his fulness have all we received, and grace for grace.—It is like the precious ointment upon the head . . . even Aaron's . . . that went down to the skirts of his garments.

Mount Sion, which is Hermon.—There the Lord commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.—I will be as the dew unto Israel: he shall grow as the lily, and cast forth his roots as Lebanon.

My doctrine shall drop as the rain, my speech shall distil as the dew, as the small rain upon the tender herb, and as the showers upon the grass.—As the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater: so shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.

God giveth not the Spirit by measure unto him.—And of his fulness have all we received, and grace for grace.—It is like the precious ointment upon the head . . . even Aaron's . . . that went down to the skirts of his garments.