Said no mat-ter how I'd fall—en, He from sin would set me free.
"Does, oh, does he love so dear—ly? Tell me more of him," I cried.
Soon I felt my sins for-giv—en; Thro' his grace I'll meet you there,
Some one rep-re-sent-ing Je—sus, And I turned thee not a—way.
Bring-ing lov—ing in—vi—ta—tion From their lives of sin and shame.
Some one told me how he loved me, And was knocking at my door;
Some one told me he is com-ing Soon to take his loved ones home,—
There in mansions bright with glo-ry. Oh,'tis won-der-ful to me
Bless, oh, bless that loving some one, Sent by Je-sus Christ our Lord;
In—to lives of peace and glo—ry, Thro' the blood of Christ the Lamb:
He had oft-en stood there plead-ing, Had been man-y times be-fore.
Told me he was there to par—don, If I now to him would come.
That the vil-est he is seek-ing From their sins to set them free!
Help me, now that I am blood-washed, Wit-ness to thy precious word.
Send me pray-ing, bless-ed Je—sus, With that song, "Just as I am."
Was it you? Was it you? Was it you?]
On the following Sunday I returned and found her eager to see me, also much improved in health. After our greeting she told me that she had been trying to discover who I was, but that no one would inform her. "Ain't they the limit?" was her smiling expression.
"You'll tell me, won't you? Say, who was that singing out in the big dormitory a while ago?"
"Every one was singing, Lucy."
"Oh, yes, I know, but I mean some one sometimes alone and playing something that sounds like a guitar-mandolin like we have at home?"
"Would you care to hear her?"
"Sure I would. Please go ask her to come in." Soon I returned with my precious little instrument.