Does not the blood of Jesus alone cleanse from _all_ sin?-who but
sinners are invited to the great Fountain? Are my robes filthy?--where
can they be made white but in the blood of the Lamb? Is my heart
obdurate and unbelieving?--who can soften and subdue it save the
Almighty One who listens to its throbbings and knows all its trouble?
Am I tempted, sorely tempted?--who can pity like Him who in the
wilderness met face to face the great enemy, the great tempter of
mankind? Ah, my poor heart aches when I think of all that is in the
past and of all the future may have in store for me. But is there no
balm in Gilead? is there no physician there? Will He not take me by
the hand and whisper, "Be of good cheer; thy sins are forgiven thee"?
Will He not heal thy wounds by pouring into them the oil of
consolation? He has promised to do this--yea, much more than this; and
will he for the first time in the history of mankind fail to perform
what he has spoken? Nay, _nay_, and I will doubt no longer.... O
Jesus, my Mediator, my Redeemer, have compassion upon me, and declare
thyself to the Father as THE LORD MY RIGHTEOUSNESS.--_Sept_. 1860.