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person a subject of prayer; and it was wonderful to what an extent they pre vailed. Answers to prayer were so mani festly multiplied on every side, that no one could escape the conviction that God was daily and hourly answering prayer. If anything occurred that threatened to mar the work; if there was any appear ance of any root of bitterness springing up, or any tendency to fanaticism or dis order, Christians 'would take the alarm, and give themselves to prayer that God would direct and control, all things; and it was surprising to see, to what extent, and by what means, God would remove obstacles out of the way in answer to »prayer. In regard to my own experience, I will say that unless I had the spirit of prayer I could do nothing. If even for a day or an hour I lost the spirit of grace and .sup plication, I found myself unable to preach with power and efficiency, or to win souls by personal conversation. In this respect my experience was what it has always been.-
and until their bodily strength was quite exhausted, for the conversion of souls around them. There was a great pressure of the Holy Spirit upon the minds of the Christiaris; and they seemed to bear about with them the burden of immortal souls. They manifested the greatest solemnity of mind, and the greatest watchfulness in all their words and actions. It was very common to find Christians, whenever they met in any place, instead of engaging in conversation, to fall on theism knees in prayer. Not only were prayer-meetings greatly multiplied and fully attended—not only was there great solemnity in those meet ings; but there was a mighty spirit of secret prayer. Christians prayed a great deal, many of them spending many hours in private prayer. It was also the case that two or more, would take the promise: “If two of you shall agree on-earth as touching anything that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my father which is in heaven,” and make some particular
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THE MAN WHO DIED FOR ME
T HEAR them tell of Heaven’s home, its beauties, wondrous fair; Its riches and its glory too, are all be yond comparé. / But sweeter, yes, ’tis sweeter far, to know that I shall see The Man Who climbed Golgotha’s brow, the Man Who died for me ! I hear them tell of gates of pearl, all gleaming, clear and bright ; Of starry crowns of glory there, and robes of spotless white;
But faded, O how faded all these glories when I see The Man Who climbed Golgotha’s brow, the Man Who died for me! Yes, one day I shall see His face, the face once sad but sweet; That face now shining as the light shall all His ransomed greet; We’ll love Him then far more than now, tho’ ne’er forgot will be The Man Who climbed Golgotha’s brow, the Man' Who died for m e! F. P eck ham .
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