many times had she taken God's name in vain, pouring out pretended
invocation to Him, while her heart addressed only the congregation for
their approval! But it had been so thoughtless! He would surely
forgive. But now she had thought about it, and it could never be the
same again.

By this time Winifred was thoroughly miserable. She pondered over and
again what she should do, at times in imagination resigning her
position in the choir; then saying:

"Impossible! It is absurd! Who ever heard of its being wicked to sing
in the choir? How could I explain myself?"

Then she reflected that she would study to be earnest, that she would
school herself to think of Him and sing to Him. She took her hymn-book
and found the place of the last hymn, resolved to put sincerity in
practice at once. It was chosen, without reference to the unexpected
sermon, and was the well-known psalm of love and longing which earnest
souls have sung for many years:

"For thee, O dear, dear country,
Mine eyes their vigils keep;
For very love, beholding
Thy happy name they weep.
The mention of Thy glory
Is unction to the breast,
And medicine in sickness,
And love, and life, and rest."

"I cannot sing it!" Winifred almost sobbed to herself. "It is not