"Oh, Job, does that mean me?—poor old Yankee Sam!" said the dying man.
Again Job read the words, and once again told as best he could the story of the Father's love and of Jesus, who came to save from sin; came to save poor lost sinners.
The old man hung on every word. "Say it again, Job, say it again! God loves poor Yankee Sam! Say it again!"
Over and over Job said the words, then he sang soft and low:
"Jesus, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,"
while the tempest raged without.
"Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on thee."
Just then Yankee Sam stopped him.
"Job, that's me, that's me! Pray, Job! I am going fast!"
Oh, how Job prayed! Prayed till he felt God close by that dying bed.