"De goot God; me could not do it of myself, me sure of dat." "Do you not think that Jesus Christ and his salvation are the one thing most needful and most desirable?" "Oh yes, me quite sure of dat." "Do you not believe that he is able to save you?" "Yes, he is able to save to de uttermost." "Do you think he is not willing to save you?" "Me dare not say dat. He is so goot, so merciful, so kind, to say he will in no wise cast out any dat come to him." "Do you wish, and desire, and strive to keep his commandments?" "Yes, massa, because me love him, and dat make me want to do as he say." "Are you willing to suffer for his sake, if God should call you to do so?" "Me do tink me could die for de love of him: he not tink it too much to die for wicked sinner; why should wicked sinner tink it much to die for so goot and righteous a Saviour?" "I think and hope I may say to you, William, 'Thy faith hath made thee whole.'" Thus ended my examination for the present. The other friends who were in the house listened with the most affectionate anxiety to all that passed. One of them observed, not without evident emotion-- "I see, sir, that though some men are white and some are black, true Christianity is all of one colour. My own heart has gone with this good man, every word he has spoken." "And so has mine," gently re-echoed from every part of the room. After some time passed in more general conversation on the subject of the Negro's history, I said, "Let us now praise God for the rich and unspeakable gift of his grace, and sing the hymn of redeeming love-- 'Now begin the heavenly theme, Sing aloud in Jesus' name,'" &c. Which was accordingly done. Whatever might be the merit of the natural voices, it was evident there was spiritual melody in all their hearts. The Negro was not much used to our way of singing, yet joined with great earnestness and affection, that showed how truly he felt what he uttered. When the fifth verse was ended-- "Nothing brought him from above, Nothing but redeeming love"-- he repeated the words, almost unconscious where he was-- "No, noting, noting but redeeming love, bring him down to poor William; noting but redeeming love." The following verses were added and sung by way of conclusion:-- See, a stranger comes to view, Though he's black, {121} he's comely too Comes to join the choirs above, Singing of redeeming love. Welcome, Negro, welcome here, Banish doubt and banish fear; You, who Christ's salvation prove, Praise and bless redeeming love. I concluded with some remarks on the nature of salvation by grace, exhorting all present to press forward in the heavenly journey. It was an evening the circumstances of which, had they never been recorded on earth, were yet, doubtless, registered in the book of remembrance above. I then fixed the day for the baptism of the Negro, and so took leave of my little affectionate circle.