Some time ago a poor boy came to a City Missionary with a dirty, worn out piece of paper. He said,
“Please, sir, father sent me to get a clean paper like this.’
Opening it out the missionary found it was a leaflet, containing that beautiful hymn,
“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!”
The man asked the boy where he got it, and why he wanted a clean one.
The boy replied, “We found it, sir, in sister’s pocket after she died. She used to be always singing it while she was sick, and she loved it so much, that father wanted to get a clean one, and to put it in a frame and hang it up. Won’t you give me a clean one, sir?”
This sweet, simple hymn given to the little girl in a Sunday school, or perhaps by some one on the street, seems to have been by God’s blessing the means of brinng her to Christ.
ML 08/08/1943