"Well, William, I suppose you think that here upon this bed you cannot do much; but I think you can glorify him here on this very bed."
"Yes," he answered, a little doubtfully; then added: "I try to pray to him all the time."
I was half sorry for the suggestion, which seemed somewhat to bewilder him, and said: "That is all you can do, is it not?"
"And that is little enough," he replied sorrowfully.
I tried to make him understand that to receive much of God's grace was the surest way to serve him.
"What shall I render unto God for all his benefits? I will take the cup of salvation, and call on the name of the Lord."
When I saw William the next morning, he said, immediately:
"I did last night what you told me. I prayed for strength to glorify God here."
"I think," I answered, "that you will do that if you lie here and meekly suffer his will; and I must tell you that, after these conversations with you, I go home thanking God for what you have told me of His love to you. I think I love the Saviour better, since I have seen what he can be to one in sickness and death."
"That is good" he said emphatically, "I would have it so."