Sitting on a low step in what looked like a passage-room, were two factory girls engaged in earnest conversation that September afternoon. They rose as I entered, conducted thither by one of their young companions, and eagerly took the books which I offered with the remark, "Here is something good for you to read.”
So happy was the face of the youngest of these two girls, and so genuine the "Thank you," that I stopped and asked: "Do you know the Savior?”
Very warmly and frankly came the answer: "Yes, I do.”
"And how long have you known Him?" I asked. With equal candor she replied, "Four years.”
"It is good to hear so sure a ring," I said; and turning to her friend, asked, "Can you say the same?”
"Sometimes I think I can, and sometimes I am not sure.”
"Because you are looking within for peace? You will never find it there," I said, adding, "My peace never varies.”
An astonished and earnest look came into her face as she listened in silence, and I went on to tell her that the ground of a sinner's peace lies outside of himself altogether. I explained: "The blood of Jesus is the sinner's only title to heaven, and our sins are our only title or claim to that blood.”
Dear soul, whoever you are, who are seeking for peace, seek it where alone it can be found, in the cross of Christ. Praise Him, and go free!
I hear the words of love,
I gaze upon the blood,
I see the mighty Sacrifice,
And I have peace with God.
'Tis everlasting peace!
Sure as Jehovah's name;
'Tis stable as His steadfast throne,
For evermore the same.