“Neither you nor I are able to talk of him as we ought,” I answered; “and yet, if we were to hold our peace, the very stones would cry out.”
“Ay, and well they might, sir, cry shame, shame upon us, if we refused to speak of his goodness,” said the old man.
“Jesus Christ,” I continued, “is a sure refuge, and a present help in time of trouble.”
“That’s right, sir; so he is.”
“Jesus Christ has taken care of you, and watched over you all the days of your life; and he will be your guide and portion in death.”
“That’s right again, sir; so he will.”
“You have committed your soul into his keeping long since, have you not?”
“About forty years ago, sir; about forty years ago, (when I first used to hear Mr. Venn and Mr. Berridge,) he came to seek and to save me, a vile sinner, who deserved nothing but his wrath. I can never praise him enough.”
“Well, my friend, and this very Saviour, Jesus Christ, whom you love, and in whom you trust, lived for you, and died for you; he rose again for you, and has sanctified you by his Holy Spirit, and now lives to make daily intercession for you: and having done all this, do you think he will leave you to perish at last?”
“No, sir,” said the old man: “faithful is he that hath promised, and will do it. Mine, alack, is a changing heart; but he changeth not. I believe that he hath laid up a crown of glory for me; and though the old enemy of souls sometimes