"Except the great Physician."
An expression of heavenly peace stole over the wan face. She held Marion's hand in a closer grasp, as she said fervently,—
"God be praised! He has applied healing balm. My sins, which were many, are forgiven. Oh, if you knew all, you would not wonder that I look forward with longing to the hour when he will call me home!"
"You would feel like a poor sailor I found just redeemed from the very depths of woe. He was singing from morning to night,"—
"'Love I much, I'm much forgiven; I'm a miracle of grace.'"
Marion's clear voice as she sang the lines rang through the room.
"Will you sing a hymn for me, Miss Howard?"
Without a moment's hesitation the young began one which was a favorite with herself.
"Whate'er my God ordains is right;
His will is ever just;