sir, you must not leave here till I'm a Christian! Prayer was offered for him, and he was saved. Then he exclaimed, "Oh, that song! I could not get away from it and it has saved me."..

A YOUNG Woman in England went to a meeting where she heard Mr. Sankey singing this same hymn,


"I am so glad that Jesus loves me,

and while the hymn was being sung, began to feel for the first time in her life that she was a sinner. All her sins came up in array before her; and so numerous and aggravated did her sins appear, that she imagined she never could be saved. She said in her heart," Jesus cannot love me. He could not love such a sinner as I." She went home in a state of extreme mental anguish, and did not sleep that night. Every opportunity of obtaining more light was eagerly seized. She took her place in the "Enquiry Room." There she found to her astonishment and joy that Jesus could, DID, DOES love sinners. She saw in God's opened Word that it was for

sinners Jesus died, and for none others. When she realized this she too began to sing:


'I am so glad that Jesus loves me,

Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me, even me."

IN a praise meeting, during the recent revival services in Chicago, Mr. Sankey spoke as follows in regard to the power of this and other hymns:

"What I have to thank God especially for is the wonderful way He has used the power of song. I remember about five years ago coming to yonder depot one morning early. It was my first visit to this great city, and I knew none here save one man. I went along Madison Street, up State Street, to the North Side, and met my dear brother Moody. I had met him one year before in a distant State, while he was ́ engaged in the work of the Master. As I went along those streets I recollect how I wondered if God had a work here for me in my coming to this city, or whether I had come on my own volition, and how while thinking in this way I sent up a prayer to God to bless me in the service in which I was about to engage. With thankful

ness I remember the very first day I spent in this city. Somewhere down here we came among the sick and lowly, and went from one house to another singing and praying with the people; and what a blessing we received!

"God led us into other fields. I remember when the Tabernacle was rebuilt how I used to enjoy gathering the little people in, and teaching them those sweet songs that are already encircling the globe. Yes, encircling the globe, for but a few days ago I received a copy of these Gospel hymns printed in the Chinese language. They are sung in Africa and Asia, and are heard in France and Germany, England and America. I remember what peace and pleasure I had as I first taught these little hymns on the North Side. One day a lady called on me when I first had those classes, and said, "There is a little singing girl belonging to one of your classes who is dying. She wants you to go and see her.' I went to her home a little frame cottage, and there I found a little maid dying one whom I had known so well in the Thursday evening meetings. I said, My dear child, how is it with you?' 'Will you pray for my father and


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mother as you pray for us?" was the reply. 'But how is it with yourself?' I again asked. "Oh, sir,' she answered, they tell me I am about to die, but I have found the Lord Jesus Christ.' 'When did you become a Christian?' I inquired. 'Don't you remember one Thursday when you were teaching me to sing

and don't you remember how you told us that if we only gave our hearts to Him, He would love us? —and I gave it to Him.'

“What that little dying girl said to me helped to cheer me on more than anything I had heard before, because she was my first convert. Thank God, there have been many since."

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IN one of the temperance meetings connected with Mr. Moody's revival labors in Chicago, a very intelligent reformed drunkard attributed his reform to the influence of this hymn.

He confessed that it was difficult to speak about past experiences, especially when a man

had been a heavy drinker, as he had been for sixteen years. He began sixteen years before by taking his first bottle of ale in the back room of a country store, and then, entering the army, he had plunged into dissipation, from which he thought at first he could free himself; but, as the years went by, he found the habit had become so strong that he couldn't control it, for it controlled him. He had stood at the mouth of the cannon, in front of the fixed bayonet, with the muzzle of a pistol right before him, and yet never had felt there such heart-sinking as he experienced when he began to realize what a man was, fettered by this vice. He came to this city some little time ago, and spent most of his days and nights in drinking and in playing cards, sometimes drinking thirty or forty drinks a day. While in this condition one night he came to the Tabernacle out of curiosity, to hear what was being said, and to see what was being done. He sat in the gallery, and was shielded by one of the long wooden pillars that upheld the roof. He saw the crowds enter with happy faces, and apparently light hearts, and nice clothes, and it hardened his heart, for he felt that he could

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