88 BOYS OF THE BIBLE.

Then with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise,

Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise;

So by my woes to be

Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

And when on joyful wing
Cleaving the sky,

Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly;

Still all my song shall be,

Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee!

It may be interesting to American boys to be told that
some people believe that that very stone which Jacob used
for a pillow, nearly four thousand years ago, is yet to be seen.
If you should find yourself some happy day in that stateliest
of all stately fanes, Westminster Abbey, in London, be sure
and ask to see the Grand Coronation Chair, in which the kings
and queens of England for many generations have been crowned.
The chair will not charm you by its beauty. It is old, and
awkward, and very grimy; but underneath you will see a stone
about the size of an ordinary pillow, and you will be told
that this is the identical stone on which the weary head of
Jacob rested that memorable night in Bethel. Take a good,
long, careful look at the stone, and then believe just as much
of the story as you please.

But we must now return to Jacob. It is morning among
the mountains—bright, and clear, and lustrous as eastern morn-
ings are. How changed all seems since the sun set the night
before! Jacob has been face to face with God, if only in a
sacred dream. All the world seems brighter. ‘The dark
clouds that hung before, and made his future seem so sad, are
all gone, and lines of living hope have taken the place of yes-