CHAPTER XXX.

LOST, BUT FOUND.

Love of Christ, amazing love!

Vast as His eternity;

Theme of angel choirs above,

Theme of souls redeemed like me!

Outward to creation's bound,

Up to Heaven's serenest height,

Universal space around,

Swells the chorus day and night.

Here she writes about a woman whom she visited several years ago, and

who attended her meetings: "I lost sight of her for seven or eight

years. She moved away from the city. One day recently I was sent for by

a sick woman; I found it to be Mrs. V., who had returned. I read,

prayed, and visited her until she died, believing in Jesus." Here she

reports the conversion of several others whom she has visited and

brought out to religious services.

An unknown Christian lady writes thus: "Mrs. Knowles has great success

in her work, reading God's Word, and leaving the Bible to be read by

those whom she visits, when not able to purchase a Bible; one is given

in some instances; even the poorest will pay a small sum. A great

change is noticeable after the Bible is read with real interest--cleaner

children, better-dressed men and women, and a desire to hear the Gospel."

Why this marvellous success? What brought about this personal

reformation in the habits and character of parents and children? There

are two reasons for this great change, namely: 1. Contact with God's

Word. 2. Contact with a soul set on fire with the love of Christ. Oh!

the tremendous power there is in divinely implanted affection when it

is beautifully blended in a human heart. Sir Walter Scott says:

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,

And men below, and saints above;

For love is Heaven, and Heaven is love!

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CONSOLATION AMID DOMESTIC DIFFICULTIES.

When we remember that we are penning for publication only a few stray

gleanings from the multiplicity of instances of conversion, the reader,

we trust, will behold the variety of cases recorded, and we sincerely

hope the Christian worker will utilize them for practical purposes.

Some one has said that Paul's favorite illustrations by images are

drawn, not from the operations and uniform phenomena of the natural

world, but from the activities and outward exhibition of human society,

from the lives of soldiers, from the lives of slaves, from the market,

from athletic exercises, from agriculture, from architecture.

At this time she again writes: "I visited a family where the mother was

a Christian, and the father a Jew. The father being sick for two years

past, and unable to support his wife and four children, has gone to his

own people. The eldest girl is a member of my Sunday-school class. The

mother told me one day, as I was speaking to her of the Bible, that she

had not seen or read one since she was married; 'but,' said she, 'since

Amelia has been in your class, she has repeated the lessons she has

learned at home, and I am longing for a Bible.' I gave her one given me

for my Jewish children. She thanked me heartily, and now reads it every

day with her children. One Sunday morning her husband came in to see

them, and found her reading aloud to the children from the Bible. He

asked her what she was reading. She told him it was the Bible, and how

she had got it, and that the children went to Sunday-school, and that

she went to church. He was not pleased, but could say nothing, as he

does not live with or support his family. This poor woman was deeply

convicted of sin, and was earnestly seeking for forgiveness and peace,

and peace has come to her son through humble trust in the Saviour of

sinners. Thus the Lord is prospering our labors, and the meetings begun

in trembling, have been blessed to some souls."

It seems her source of unalloyed happiness was in watching for souls,

at morning, noon, and night. Her prayers were perfumed with sighs, and

cries, and tears for the impenitent. She was one of those so

graphically described by Jeremiah: "They say to their mothers where is

corn and wine? when they swooned as the wounded in the streets of the

city, when their soul was poured out into their mother's bosom. What

thing shall I take to witness for thee? what thing shall I liken to

thee, O daughter of Jerusalem? what shall I equal to thee, that I may

comfort thee, O virgin daughter of Zion? for thy breach is great like

the sea: who can heal thee."--Lam. ii. 12-13.

Long they sat beneath the shadow,

And the gloom of moral night,

Waiting only for the dawning

Of the promised heavenly light.

But they've heard the glorious Gospel,

Of salvation full and free,

Now they read the "Blessed Bible,"

They are coming, Lord, to Thee.

Hasten, Lord, the coming morning

Of the bright, millennial day,--

And may we who love the Saviour

Labor to extend His sway,

Until every ransomed being,

On the land and on the sea,

Shall unite in one grand chorus,

"We are coming, Lord, to Thee."

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THE FORTUNE TELLER.

"During the last two months I have met with several interesting cases.

One Jewish woman whom I visited was always pleased when I told her of

my interest for her people. Being poor and in delicate health, she

could do but little for her own support, and I learned had resorted to

telling fortunes. I showed her that this was wrong, and that God would

not bless her, as it did not agree with His Word. She said, 'I have

often thought it might be wrong, but I am now convinced of it; but what

shall I do for my living?' I directed her to prayer for guidance, and

assured her that those who put their trust in the Lord would be taken

care of. She has since been to our meeting and requests to have a

Bible.

"I visited another woman, whose husband is a Catholic. Her three

children are in my Sunday-school class, and I am much interested in

them. The mother came to the German church, and I gave her a German

Bible, as she never had one. Calling one day, I found her in great

trouble. She said: 'Oh, Mrs. Knowles, I have been praying for you, and

the Lord has sent you. I read and prayed with her, directing her to the

Friend of sinners for peace. I think she became a true Christian, and

soon she wished to unite with the church. Her husband, however, opposed

it, and threatened to take away the children from her. He did so, and

sent them to the Catholic Sunday-school. But the seed is sown in their

young hearts, and they say to their mother, 'We will never turn to the

Catholics.'"

To such as are sorely tried in their households, how comforting are the

words of the Apostle: "Wherefore Jesus also, that he might sanctify the

people with His own blood, suffered without the gate. Let us go forth

therefore unto Him without the camp, bearing His reproach. For here

have we no continuing city, but we seek one to come. By Him therefore

let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the

fruit of our lips, giving thanks to His name. But to do good, and to

communicate, forget not; for with such sacrifices God is well pleased."

She adds: "During these months I have met with much poverty and

sickness. One would almost think it would diminish at this season, but,

on the contrary, it is rather worse. I met with a family who had been

in the country but two months. The father was a salesman in Germany,

and can get no employment in this country. They had nothing to eat in

their house, but the Lord opened a way, so that something was provided

for them. I read the Scriptures and prayed with them, and the wife

expressed a longing to go to a German church. I took her to church, and

gave her a Bible."

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A JEWESS FINDS THE MESSIAH.

"A poor Jewess, whose husband has been in the Insane Asylum for nearly

two years, finds it hard to support her family by peddling. Calling one

day, I found her going out without any shoes on her feet, and her

health very poor. I bought her a pair of shoes, for which she was very

thankful, and pointed her to Christ as her true friend in time of need.

She reads the Bible, and believes He is the Messiah."

"Another Roman Catholic woman, whom I have been visiting for some time,

continues to attend church regularly."

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