[Illustration: SHEET MUSIC WAS IT YOU? Words and Music by Mrs. FLORENCE ROBERTS. Some one spoke to me of Je--sus, Said he'd come to call on me, Some one told me how he suf-fered, Said, "For you and me he died." Some one gave the in--vi--ta--tion, And we bowed in humble prayer; Lov--ing Sav-ior, how I thank thee Some one came to me that day-Oh, I know that man-y oth--ers Would be glad if "some one" came. Said no mat-ter how I'd fall--en, He from sin would set me free. "Does, oh, does he love so dear--ly? Tell me more of him," I cried. Soon I felt my sins for-giv--en; Thro' his grace I'll meet you there, Some one rep-re-sent-ing Je--sus, And I turned thee not a--way. Bring-ing lov--ing in--vi--ta--tion From their lives of sin and shame. Some one told me how he loved me, And was knocking at my door; Some one told me he is com-ing Soon to take his loved ones home,-- There in mansions bright with glo-ry. Oh,'tis won-der-ful to me Bless, oh, bless that loving some one, Sent by Je-sus Christ our Lord; In--to lives of peace and glo--ry, Thro' the blood of Christ the Lamb: He had oft-en stood there plead-ing, Had been man-y times be-fore. Told me he was there to par--don, If I now to him would come. That the vil-est he is seek-ing From their sins to set them free! Help me, now that I am blood-washed, Wit-ness to thy precious word. Send me pray-ing, bless-ed Je--sus, With that song, "Just as I am." Was it you? Was it you? Was it you?] On the following Sunday I returned and found her eager to see me, also much improved in health. After our greeting she told me that she had been trying to discover who I was, but that no one would inform her. "Ain't they the limit?" was her smiling expression. "You'll tell me, won't you? Say, who was that singing out in the big dormitory a while ago?" "Every one was singing, Lucy." "Oh, yes, I know, but I mean some one sometimes alone and playing something that sounds like a guitar-mandolin like we have at home?" "Would you care to hear her?" "Sure I would. Please go ask her to come in." Soon I returned with my precious little instrument. "Is that it? Wouldn't she come?" "Of course she would. Listen. Lucy." * * * * * Oh! those blessed tears she shed as she pillowed her head on my breast; those blessed, blessed tears! "Come tomorrow, please come." "God willing, Lucy, yes." "Why do you say, 'God willing'? Of course he'll be willing." And I went forth, scarcely able to contain myself for very joy.