"'I have a Father in the promised land,
I have a Father in the promised land.
My Father calls me, I must go
To meet him in the promised land.'"
"How little his mother or any of us realized that his Father was calling him."
"Dear child!" I exclaimed, trying to keep back my tears. "And was he willing to go at last?"
"He was almost impatient to be gone. One day his mother sat bathing his hot head, and she said, 'Willie, are you going to leave mother all alone? I thought you loved your sea-side home,—that you liked to hear the waves roar and dash up against the rocks; I didn't think you would be so glad to leave us all.'"
"He looked sadly in her face for a minute, drew her hand to his mouth and kissed it, and then smiles lighted up his pale face as he began to sing,—
"'I have a Saviour in the promised land,
I have a Saviour in the promised land.