SHE was a woman of at least sixty years of age, I should think. Her hair was white with care, and her face wore a look of deep distress. I observed her sitting regularly in the same place in the meeting, and I longed to speak to her; but she gave me no chance, as she went away directly the meeting was over. Her sad and anxious face haunted me. I could not rest until I found out where she lived, and had visited her.
Her cottage was in a back lane, and beautifully clean. She was busy working when I entered, but willingly stopped to be spoken with about soul matters. Her one cry was, OH, MY SINS!
I asked her if she had long felt the burden of her sins, when she told me that she had wept and prayed for the forgiveness of sins for about thirty long, weary years, and had gone to the meeting-room, where I first saw her, all that time, in hopes that she should get it there; but it had never come to her longing soul yet.
She assented to all this, but it brought her no comfort. She still indulged in the old mournful cry, “OH, MY SINS! Seeing that she was a divinely quickened soul, without the knowledge of the forgiveness of her sins, I endeavored to show her, from the Scriptures, that Christ had all her sins, by imputation, upon Him on the cross; that He put them all away before He left the cross, and that He was upon His Father's throne in-glory without one of them being upon Him now; for how could God have sins in His holy presence?
I asked her to tell me, if Christ had her-sins upon Him on the cross, and was now in the glory without them, where were they She looked up, and replied: "Why they are all gone, and I never saw that before"; and immediately she said, with an adoring, thankful heart, "OIL MY SAVIOUR!”
She now knew what it was to have not only the forgiveness of sins, but a Saviour in heaven; and could look up into His face there by faith and say,
“I know my sins are all forgiven;
Glory to the Saviour-God!”
H. M. H.