DURING the winter of 18—, in a village not far from. London, a poor man was dying. A gentleman of the village came to his bedside, and kindly asked if he could do anything for him.
“I am very, very happy," was his simple reply "hut," producing a prayer book, "you are dying shall I not read a prayer with you?”
“Oh! no, sir, I am very happy; I'm resting on the finished work of Christ.”
Having so said, he bade his friends farewell, and "fell asleep in Jesus.”
My reader, are you also resting on the finished work of the Lord Jesus Christ? Do you inquire, "What must I do to be saved?”
“Nothing, either great or small,
Nothing, sinner—No!
Jesus did it—did it all—
Long, long ago.”
“Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved.”