AFTER a Gospel meeting not far from Liverpool, I was asked to visit a dying woman who lived in a lonely cottage in a narrow street. After whispering a few simple words about Jesus and His work in her ears, I asked, "On what are you resting for Eternity?" Slowly and with difficulty she replied:
“He paid the debt for me
Upon the tree,
And now my happy soul is free,
For Jesus died."
J. T. M.