"And I said, 'Oh dear Saviour, I do not want to make you cry, I will come and be saved! You shall not die in vain for me!'
"And then, when I looked for the pit, it was quite filled up!
"And then I began to wake from my dream, for my wife was shaking me by the arm, and she said, 'Smith, Smith, you are singing in your sleep!'
"So I said, 'What was I singing?'
"And she answered, 'The hymn that was in the book nurse lent you, "Wash me and I shall be whiter than snow!"'
"And so, nurse, I woke up; and I'm saying all the time, 'Wash me in the Blood of the Lamb, and I shall be whiter than snow!' For He is my Saviour now!"
[XVII. The Good Shepherd, and the Sheep that was Lost]
Now you must picture to yourselves an Eastern shepherd sitting among his sheep on the mountains.
He loves them! He knows every one of them; and in return they know him, and love him. They will not follow a stranger, nor come to him if he calls them.
I heard Mr. Moody say years ago that, when he was visiting at a farm in America, he asked his friend the farmer if he might go out to see his sheep.