The more we fall back on God the more he will support us. Under us are Everlasting Arms. Into thy hands, O Lord, I come. Our hands are put together, clasped, when dying and when dead. A sign of complete dependence on him. Let us recognise now, before we are dead, that he is master. Do we fear death? We must comfort ourselves with the thought that he rules all the world—death is only the veil torn saunder—death lifts the veil and shows what has been there all the time. As though we passed through a strange country while we slept the darkness and woke at dawn and saw wide stretches of wonder and beauty, close to us all the time, but unseen, unsuspected. Just so will death wake us—and we shall see.