“Ah, gret iz dis story; dey dat trus’ in Gord shall nevur be put ter kornfushun. De righteous alwaz kums out konkerurs an’ more dan konkerurs. Kings may hate yer, frien’s spize yer, an’ cowurds bakbite yer, but Gord iz yer durlivrur.
“But I dun forgit. Dis ole time rerlijun iz not gud nuff fer sum folks in dese las’ days. Sum call dis kine uv talk foolishnis, but hif dat be troo den de Bibul, an’ hevun, an’ dese Christun’s hearts, iz ful uv dat kine uv foolishnis. Ef dis be ole fogy rerlijun, den I want my church crowdid wid ole fogiz.
“Wat did John see ober dar in Patmos? He say he saw de fo’ an’ twenty eldurs seatid roun’ de throne uv Gord an’ castin’ dere glittrin’ crowns uv gold at de feet uv King Jesus, an’ he say dat out uv de throne kum lightnin’ an’ thundurs an’ voicis an’ de sevun lamps burnin’ befo’ de throne uv Gord. An’ dar befo’ de throne wuz de sea uv glass, an’ roun’ ’bout de throne wuz de fo’ livin’ creaturs ful uv eyes befo’ an’ behine, an’ dey nevur ceas cryin’: ‘Holy, Holy, Holy, iz de Lord Gord almity dat died ter tek away de sins uv de wurl’!’
“Yer call dat ole fogy. Jes’ luk away ober yondur in de future. Duz yer see dat sea uv glass an’ de saints uv Gord dat wuz all bruised an’ mangul’d by de fi’ry darts uv de wickid. I hear um singin’! Wat iz dere song? Oh, how it rolls! an’ de korus iz: ‘Redeemed, redeemed, wash’d in de blud uv de Lam’. Call dem ole fogiz, do yer? Wel yer may, fer dey iz bin doin’ dat way frum de time dat Abel, de fust man, a saved soul told de news uv salvashun ter de anjuls.
“‘Wel, Jasper, hev yer got any rerlijun ter giv way?’
“I’se free ter say dat I ain’t got es much es I want. Fur forty-five years I bin beggin’ fur mo’, an’ I ax fur mo’ in dis tryin’ hour. But, bless Gord, I’s got rerlijun ter giv way. De Lord hev fil’d my hands wid de Gorspil, an’ I stan’ here ter offur free salvashun ter any dat wil kum. Ef in dis big crowd dar iz one lost sinnur dat hev not felt de klinsin’ tech uv my Saviur’s blud, I ax ’im ter kum terday an’ he shall nevur die.”