IN a small village in Gloucestershire, lived an aged man and his wife with their daughter. The poor girl had long been a sufferer, and during several severe illnesses she had been visited by many who told her of God's full, free salvation for poor lost sinners.
The doctor gave no hope of recovery, and she suffered extreme pain, at the last being only able to speak in a very low whisper.
One morning I went to see her, and as I approached the bedside, she looked up in my face and said, "'Tis done! what could we do? All is done.”
The night before her death, although in great pain, she was most anxious to kneel down to thank and praise the Lord for having saved her; this she did, and was heard by those around to utter the following Words:—
“Jesus is my Saviour; oh! what a sinner I have been! born in sin, shut up all my life, but now I can talk. My pain is all gone, I am quite well. I know I must pass through the valley of the shadow of death, but His rod and His staff will comfort me." Presently she turned round and said to a friend who helped to nurse her, "You'll come, won't you, E—?”
"I'll try," said her friend.
“But trying won't do," she replied; "have been doing that all my life, but I am so happy now. You must come, come to Jesus." To her father she spoke in the same way. In a low voice she sang some of her favorite hymns, repeating over and over the well-known one, beginning, "Jesus! Lover of my soul," and was presently taken home to be with her Saviour.
Dear reader, can you say, "Jesus is my Saviour?" If you cannot yet say this, remember that He Himself said, "Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”
Never mind how great a sinner you maybe, for Christ says, "I am come to seek and to save that which was lost. I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance." If you, like this poor girl, can say, "Jesus is my Saviour," what rich blessings are yours; what a glorious future awaits you; even to be like and with that Saviour forever. E. M. D.