This is a massive prayer. To intercede for an entire city takes a real stretch of faith. Sometimes praying for just one person is enough to stagger us. But look at the reach of the psalmist's dying prayer! How comprehensive! How sublime! "Let the whole earth be filled with his glory."

It exempts no country, no matter how crushed beneath the foot of superstition. It excludes no nation, no matter how barbarous. This prayer is uttered for the cannibal as well as the civilized, for every climate and every race. It encompasses the whole circle of the earth and omits no son of Adam.

We must be up and doing for our Master, or we cannot honestly offer such a prayer. The petition is not asked with a sincere heart unless we endeavor, as God shall help us, to extend the kingdom of our Master. Are there not some who neglect both to plead and to labor? Reader, is this your prayer?

Turn your eyes to Calvary. Behold the Lord of Life nailed to a cross, with the crown of thorns about his brow, with bleeding head, and hands, and feet. What! Can you look upon this miracle of miracles, the death of the Son of God, without feeling within your breast a marvelous adoration that language can never express?

And when you feel that blood applied to your conscience, when you know he has blotted out your sins, you are not a man unless you start from your knees and cry, "Let the whole earth be filled with his glory! Amen, and Amen!"

Can you bow before the Crucified in loving homage and not wish to see your Monarch master of the world? Out on you if you can pretend to love your Prince and desire not to see him the universal ruler! Your piety is worthless unless it leads you to wish that the same mercy which has been extended to you may bless the whole world.

Lord, it is harvest-time. Put in thy sickle and reap.