I thought a moment and then said, "By the help of my Master I will."
Then straightening up and taking a good breath, I began singing in a voice that could be heard by all in the car:
There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
Before I had finished the first verse and chorus, the passengers had crowded down around me, and the blasphemer had turned round and looked at me with a face resembling a thunder cloud. As I finished the chorus, he said:
"What are you doing?"
"I am singing," I replied.
"Well," said he, "any fool can understand that."
"I am glad you understand it."
"What are you singing?"
"I am singing the religion of the Lord Jesus."