ON one occasion I was holding an open-air service in the East End. A gentleman passing on a car was arrested by the Word, and leaving the car, listened until the close of the meeting. Following the crowd, he took his place inside, and towards the end of the address he rose and said, “Sir, will you pray for me?” I met him at the end of the meeting, and he told me that on the previous night he stood on Glasgow Bridge, and looking down into the river, said, “One plunge, and all will be over.” As he stood there the verses of a hymn learned in the Sunday-school returned to him, and saved him from the suicidal act. “When I joined the car tonight I had no idea where I was going. I have lost situation after situation through drink; only yesterday I received notice that I ceased to represent my firm, and my salary of £400 per annum is gone. Oh, surely God led me here tonight.”
ANON.