240 THE KING’S are told of heaven. There will he rest from temptation, sin, and affliction. 3. Heaven is home. 'What tender associations cluster around this word! Compared with it house, mansion, palace are cold expressions. The boy packs up his books, the soldier takes off his uni form, tire merchant closes his desk, and with joy they say, We are going home. Heaven is the homeland. | (To be continued) One Thing I Know One, thing I know, that, whereas I was blind, now I see.- —J o h n 9 :25. You ask how I gave my heart to Christ? I do not know. There came a yearning for Him in my soul So long ago, I found earth’s flowers would fade and die— ? I wept for something th at could satisfy; And then—and then—somehow I seemed to dare To lift my broken heart to Him in prayer. I do not know—I cannot tell you how; I only know He is my Saviour now. You ask me when I gave my heart to Christ? I cannot tell. The day, or ju st the hour, I do not now Remember well.
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It m ust have been when I was all alone The light of His forgiving Spirit shone Into my heart, so clouded o’er w ith sin; I think—I think, ’t was then I let Him in. I do not know—I cannot tell you when; I only know He is so dear, since then. You ask me where I gave my heart to Christ? I cannot say. T hat sacred place has faded from my sight As yest/srday. Perhaps He thought it better I should not Remember where. How I should love th at spot! I think I could not tear myself away, For I should wish forever there to stay. I do not know—I cannot tell you where; I only know He came and blessed me there. You ask me why I gave my heart to Christ? I can reply ; It is a wondrous story; listen, while I tell you why. My heart was drawn, at length, to seek His face; I was alone, I had no resting place; I heard how He had loved me, with a love Of depth so great—of height so far above All human ken; I longed such love to share, And sought it then, upon my knees in prayer. You ask me why I thought this loving Christ would heed my prayer? I knew He died upon the cross for me— . I nailed Him there. I heard His dying cry, “Father, forgive!” I saw Him drain death’s cup th at I m ight live; My head was bowed upon my breast in sham e! He called me—and in penitence I came. He heard my-prayer! I cannot tell you how, Nor when, nor where: only—I love Him now.
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