A SERVANT of God lay dying. A fellow believer, with whom he had been most intimately acquainted asked him: “My brother, do you know me?”
The man opened his eyes and asked surprised,
“Who are you? I do not know you.”
Shortly after, another friend also intimately acquainted with him, asked him if he knew him. But the man knew him no longer. Even when his wife approached him and asked the same question, he did not recognize her.
At last, a brother asked the man if he knew the Lord Jesus.
In a moment, his whole face brightened; it shone, as though wakened again to consciousness by the sweet name of Jesus, and he cried out: “Jesus! yes, Him I know. I have known Him for forty years, the dear, dear, Saviour. He is my only hope.”
O, how precious is the name of Jesus! How happy are these who trust Him, love Him, serve Him, that dear precious Saviour!
Another godly man used often to say, that there were only two things of importance for him to know—that he was a great sinner and that Jesus was a great Saviour.
Jesus! How much Thy name unfolds
To every opened ear!
The pardoned sinner’s memory holds,
None other half so dear.
“Unto you therefore which believe, He is precious.” 1 Peter 2:7.
ML-06/09/1935