A lady was taken to the hospital suffering from a malignant disease. Eventually it was found necessary to perform an operation on her tongue, the results of which, at best, would deprive her of her speech. The surgeon knew this and before the anesthetic was given he asked his patient:
"Is there anything you would like to say before you go to sleep?"
"There is nothing I wish to say," she replied; "but doctor, may I sing?"
"Yes, you may sing," answered the physician."
And sing she did, so that all in the operating room heard that great hymn of the faith sung just before she died:
There is a fountain filled with blood,
That flowed from Jesus' veins,
And sinners washed in that blest flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
Soon in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing His power to save;
No more with lisping, stammering tongue,
But conqueror o'er the grave.
Although she failed to survive the operation, she passed into the presence of her Savior with the song of the precious blood of Jesus (her title to glory) on her lips.
Years ago at a gospel meeting in Napanee, Ontario, the congregation instinctively dropped to their knees, as if in prayer, while they sang the following hymn. Will you?
Just as I am without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidst me come to Thee:
O Lamb of God, I come!