They tell me all is done;
They bid my fear depart.
To whom, save thee,
Who can alone
For sin atone,
Lord, shall I flee?
When we contrast the previous picture with the closing paragraph of this last account in her diary, we behold the sudden change from sadness to sunshine.
She says, "The young girls seem to take delight in reading the Scriptures, and in singing hymns of praise." This is the new song put into the mouth of the Christian at the hour of conversion: "Happy day, when Jesus washed my sins away."
CHAPTER XXXIII.