But the old saint opened his lips, and faintly said: “Listen! Not I—not I—I never sought Him: ‘Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God, He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood.’” The old Scotchman had grasped the fundamental fact of Christianity, that Christ came to seek and to save the lost. Dr. Charles A. Blanchard once related the conversion of a friend of his through A Song at Midnight This friend was for many years an infidel, a hard drinker, a Sabbath breaker, unkind to his wife. One day, after a debauch, he went out on a stringer belonging to a wharf in process of building, drank two bottles of whisky, and lay down on the stringer, expecting to fall asleep, and roll over into the water in his sleep. He wanted to end his miserable existence, but had not the courage to do it in any other way. He did fall asleep, but did not turn over, and awoke with the stars shining in his face. He went home at midnight, saw his wife through the window still at work ironing, and heard her singing, “What a Friend we have in Jesus.” The thought came to him, “If Jesus can make my wife sing at midnight, He can make me stop drinking whiskey.” He never touched a drop of intoxicating liquor after that, and he became a sincere, trusting Christian. The truth of the words, “Cast thy bread upon the waters and thou shalt find it after many days,” finds an illustration in this story of a writer who was Handed a Copy of Her Own Hymn Charlotte Elliott first published her famous hymn, “Just as I am, without one plea But that Thy blood was shed for me,” in a volume entitled _The Invalid’s Hymn Book_. The sister of the author related this incident: “A lady was so struck with it that she had it printed as a leaflet and widely circulated without any idea by whom it was composed. It happened rather curiously that while we were living at Torquay, our valued Christian physician came to us one morning, having in his hand this leaflet. He offered it to my sister, saying, ‘I am sure this will please you;’ and great indeed was his astonishment on finding that it was written by herself, though by what means it had been thus printed and circulated she was utterly ignorant. Shortly after we became acquainted with the lady who had printed it.” Mr. Sankey saved many hymns from obscurity by singing them at the Moody meetings. Here is the story of “Throw Out the Lifeline”