| "Could ye not watch with Me one brief hour?" |
How the voice rang down the church!
What had she come there for?
To think of Charlie—of her happiness? She could have stayed at home to do that.
Was it for the music she had come? No, for mere music she would not have come out on this first evening of Charlie's return.
For what had she come then?
| "Could ye not watch with Me one brief hour?" |
The tender words stole down into the depths of her heart and stirred it to a tenderness that she had never felt for her Saviour before. She seemed, as the organ sounded out the Processional to Calvary, to be one of the crowd gathering round the lonely figure in the Via Dolorosa, and to be passing out through the gates of the city with the triumphant song—
| Fling wide the Gates! |
| Fling wide the Gates! |
| For the Saviour waits |
| To tread in His royal way! |
| He has come from above |
| In His power and love, |
| To die on this Passion Day. |
The triumph of it, and the humiliation of it engrossed her.