Who the Saviour obey—’
“She could understand that now, for with the simple faith of a child she believed what had been told her, and with her whole heart received the Friend of sinners to be her friend. Her earnest prayer that night, her one desire, was to be his child and servant,—to obey him then became sweet work; and thenceforth through all Clary’s life, if any one had called her poor, she would have answered out of the little hymn book that Eunice gave her for a Christmas present,—
‘Who made my heaven secure,
Will here all good provide:
While Christ is rich, can I be poor?
What can I want beside?’”
“Is that all?” said Carl when he had waited about two minutes for more.
“That is the story of one of my leaves,” said the hymn book.
“Well, I want to hear about all the others,” said Carl—“so tell me.”
“I can’t”—said the hymn book. “It would take me six weeks.”