"What do you mean?" called out another.
The gentleman with the long hair and beautiful face answered them: "If you want to know who I am, my name is John Wesley, and if you come to yon hill at five o'clock to-night, I'll tell you what I mean."
At five o'clock the hill was covered with people from the top to the bottom, and as Mr. Wesley stood with that great crowd round him, all eager to learn about the wonderful Saviour who had died for them, and of whom they had never heard, tears of pity filled his eyes, and a big love for them filled his heart.
Oh, so sweetly and tenderly did he read to them God's own words: "I will heal their back-sliding, I will love them freely;" and then he told them the "Old, Old Story."
He told it very slowly:
"'That they might take it in,
That wonderful redemption,
God's remedy for sin.'
He told them the story simply:
'As to a little child,
For they were weak and weary,
And helpless and defi'ed.'
He told them the story softly:
'With earnest tones and grave,
For were they not the sinners
Whom Jesus came to save?'"