“I freely all forgive
My blood was for thy ransom paid,
I die that thou may’st live.’””
Recalling these words now, Tom Hammond’s soul received the great Revelation. He heard no word of the closing hymn and prayer, but passed out into the open air a new man in Christ.
The mission-leader had given an invitation to any who would like to be helped in soul matters to remain behind. Tom Hammond noticed that Zillah lingered.
It was half-an-hour before she came out. Tom Hammond had lived a life-time of wonder in the thirty minutes.
Like one in a delicious dream Zillah walked on a few yards. Suddenly she became aware of Tom Hammond’s presence at her side.
“Zillah!”
He gave her no other word of greeting. It was the first time he had ever called the young girl by her first name. He took her hand, and drew it through his arm. She barely noticed the tender action, for her soul was rioting in a new-found joy, and she poured out, in a few sentences, all the story of her supreme trust in Christ the Nazarene.
His voice was hoarse with many emotions, as he said,