The worst need keep Him out no more’”——
“That’s me!” shouted Piggy Morris, in a surging agony of deep conviction. He sprang out from his seat just within the door, and rushing forward to a form placed in front of the pulpit, the usual praying-place for penitents, and falling upon his knees, cried aloud for mercy like the publican of old. Nathan Blyth instantly gave out the verse,—
“Jesus, the name that charms our fears,
And bids our sorrows cease,
’Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
’Tis life, and health, and peace.”
Kneeling by the side of Morris, who was soon joined by many others who had been pierced by the two-edged sword, Nathan simply and wisely directed the seeking sinner to the Cross. The meeting was held far on into the night, and of course the denouncers of religious excitement, then, as now, had much to say in condemnation of such fanatical and unreasonable doings. Piggy Morris struggled hard and long. When such a nature as his is grappled with by the spirit of conviction, there is sure to be a sore fight. At length Lucy Blyth came forward, and kneeling by his side, took his hand in hers, and whispered in his ear,—
“The door’s open, Mr. Morris. Isn’t it?”
“It is! it is!” was the energetic answer.
“Jesus is on the threshold. Isn’t He? Hark! ‘I will come in!’ Isn’t it true?”