A missionary in India found a native dying. Anxious to speak to him God’s glad tidings, he knelt down, and putting his mouth to his ear he whispered, “What is your hope for eternity?” The dying eyes were opened, and his parched lips whispered the words, “The Blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from all sin,” After death there was found, tightly clasped in his cold hand, a single leaf of a Bengalee Testament with the above version upon it.
Behold, now is the accepted time,
Behold, now is the day of salvation.
(2. Cor. 6:2.)