A TINY voice amongst the crowd
Cried, “Jesus pity me!”
And with the voice came sobs aloud,
And, turning round to see,
I saw a child of six years old
In mental agony.
But light was breaking; she beheld
Her sinful, wretched state;
She saw, and that with bitterness,
Her wickedness was great;
Nor could she in uncertainty
And danger, longer wait.
Then precious words fell on her ear, —
“Believe in Christ and live.
“Accept the great salvation, now
“God reaches forth to give;
“Look to the Lamb of Calvary,
“And looking, life receive.”
The “night of sorrow” past away,
Light dawned upon her soul;
Her burdened conscience found relief,
The wounded was made whole;
And now, in place of misery,
‘Twas joy unspeakable.
“I can believe, I do believe,”
Was now her song of joy, —
“I can believe, I do believe,
“That Jesus, from on high
“Came down, for me, to Calvary,
“To suffer and to die!”
Her cheeks regained their wonted hue,
Her eyes again were bright;
The child of six years old had passed
From darkness into light,
Was numbered now with those who’ll stand
Before the throne in white.
A. M.