He has poured out His Spirit upon many.
Several have died in the triumphs of faith.
It was a great pleasure and privilege to speak to them of the Saviour, and witness their trust in Him during the trying hour.
One who died a week ago said, in a whisper, a short time before he breathed his last, when the nurse held up the tract, “Come to Jesus,” “I can't see.”
He was told it was the tract, “Come to Jesus,” and that Jesus says, “ Him that cometh unto me I will in nowise cast out.”
“Thank the Lord
for that,” he replied.
“Have you come to Him?
and do you find Him precious?”
“ Precious, thank the Lord
“ He has promised never to leave nor forsake His people.”
“Thank the Lord
for that;” and so he would say of all the promises quoted.
One young man, to whom I gave a tract, told me that at home he was a steady, sober man; never swore; but that becoming a soldier he did as many others did—threw off restraint, and did wickedly.
“But now,” said he, “I have done swearing, and will seek the salvation of my soul.”
‘When I joined the army,’ said a soldier to a colporter, ‘I was a member of the Church
, and enjoyed religion, but since I came into camp I have been without anything of a religious character to read, and assailed on every side by such temptations as have caused me to dishonor my religious profession.
Oh, sir, if you had been with me, and extended such aid as you now bestow, I might have been kept from all the sin and sorrow which, as a poor backslider, I have known.’
One who had visited the hospitals at Richmond
wrote: ‘The field of labor opened here for the accomplishment of good is beyond measure.
An angel might covet it. At 3 o'clock services were held in the main hall of the hospital.
It was a most imposing spectacle to see men in all stages of sickness—some sitting upon their beds listening to the word of God—many of them probably for the last time.
I do not think I ever saw a more attentive audience.
They seemed to drink in the word of life at every breath.’
‘Some time since,’ says Rev. A. E. Dickinson
, ‘it was my pleasure to stand up in the presence of a large company of convalescent soldiers in one of our hospitals to proclaim salvation.
During the reading of a portion of Scripture tears began to flow.
I then announced that dear old hymn—
There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins, etc.,