Good for evil : $b or, Rose CottageLeslie, Madeline
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Leslie, Madeline
Children's stories; Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Faith -- Juvenile fiction; Young women -- Juvenile fiction
"I know I don't deserve it. Perhaps you wont be willing; but if you
would pray with me once more."
She complied, without a word, kneeling by his side; and was much
affected to see that he rose slowly, and assumed the same position.
It was to her one of the most solemn moments of her life. Paul, once
related to her by the most endearing ties, just about to launch into
eternity, hesitating whether to accept or reject his Saviour. Her full
heart found vent in words. She went to her Father in heaven as a child
would address an earthly father, whom she knew loved her; and was ready
to grant her request. She heard her companion by her side, sobbing
aloud; and this inspired her to greater fervor. She wrestled for his
soul, like Jacob with the angel of the covenant, saying, "'I will not
let thee go unless thou bless me.'"
Then she arose and went softly from the room.
CHAPTER XX.
SALVATION BY CHRIST.
THE rest of the day was spent in retirement; and the following morning
found her suffering from a severe headache, in consequence of the
intense excitement of feeling through which she had passed. She sent a
servant to inquire after Paul, and tried to find relief in sleep.
In the afternoon, her brother knocked at her door, and found her just
about to leave her room. His face denoted unusual agitation and he said
at once:
"I passed the entire morning in Paul's chamber. If he were to die
before I see him again, I should hope he had found the mercy he needs
in order to enter heaven."
"God be praised!" was her fervent ejaculation.
"I found him," Mr. Wallingford went on, "propped up on his couch,
reading the fifty-first Psalm, large tears coursing down his cheeks.
"He looked up as I entered and holding out the blessed book, exclaimed:
"See, what I have found! Why have I never seen it before? It was
written for me. No other man ever needed such words so much as I.
Every syllable; every letter expresses my wants. Just hear what a
plea this is. 'Have mercy upon me, according to thy loving kindness.'
His kindness is infinite, else I should have been long ago cut off,
'therefore, according to thy infinite love and tenderness to the most
vile and hardened of all thy creatures, so let thy mercy abound.'"
"Then here again. 'Hide thy face from my sins.' The thought that a holy
God, who abhors sin to such a degree that he allowed his only Son to
die on the cross to win men from its corrupt paths; has witnessed all
the crimes of my whole life, has made me tremble before him. Yes, with
my whole heart I can say, 'hide thy face from my sins.' 'Let not thine
eyes of purity rest upon them;' and 'blot out all mine iniquities.'"
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