Among some papers in the desk of a man who once professed infidelity, but just before he died got deeply interested in the well being of his precious soul, were found these words:
I've tried in vain a thousand ways,
My fears to quell, my hopes to raise,
But all I need, the Bible says
Is Jesus.
My soul is night, my head is steel,
I cannot see, I cannot feel;
For light, for heat, I must appeal
To Jesus.
He died, He lives, He reigns, He pleads;
There's love in all His acts and deeds;
All, all, a guilty sinner needs
Is Jesus.
Though some will mock and some will blame,
In spite of fear, in spite of shame,
I'll go to Him because His name
Is Jesus.