In Immanuel's Land."

So my summons is come, Mr Charter, though I'd no idea it was so near.'

"There's not a great deal you can say at such times, and my heart was
very full as I listened to him, though I knew that it was well with him.
I'm not going to tell you about the way he went through the valley,
beautiful though it was, but I'll tell you just this before I sit down.
Those young men of Joe's Sunday class got together and talked, and
though they were young working-men with not much of a wage, they each
gave sixpence a week and the old man had ten shillings a week as long as
he lived, and every time he got the ten shillings he'd cry, and say,
that he didn't know anybody in the world who'd had so much kindness
shown to them all their life long as _he_ had."

The evangelist glanced round the chapel as the minister gave out the
hymn. The heads of the boys were bent over their hymn-books, searching,
with whispering, among the pages which they turned with wet thumbs.
There was no apathy now. All the slow sun-burnt faces showed signs of
having understood. One or two men sat with their eyes fixed on the
evangelist as if waiting for more. A woman wiped her eyes and sighed.
There was no restlessness. He had succeeded in making all these people,
so different from the driven, excited, underfed congregation he
constantly saw, think from beginning to end of his poor people, and had
succeeded in making them sorry. He was content.

With that inarticulate desire to come into close contact with those who
have moved them, which one knows among the poor, many of the
congregation crowded round the pulpit to shake hands with the evangelist
who leaned over the side, gripping hand after hand.