Burdened with my sins, I cry,
Give me Christ, or else I die.

* * * * *

Father, thou hast given thy Son,
Bruised for sins--that I have done;
To that refuge now I fly;
Christ is mine--I shall not die."

The effect and what followed I will allow her to relate in her own
words:--

"Oh, the _agony_ and the _perfect peace_ that I have this day enjoyed!
The agony in the morning was almost insupportable. It seemed then
utterly impossible for me to take up so heavy a cross as to follow my
Saviour in the ordinance of baptism. The very thought was dreadful,
and yet I knew that it was my duty. I felt that the anger of God would
be kindled against me,--that his Holy Spirit would not always strive
with me. I threw myself upon my knees; but could find no peace there
as long as I continued proudly obstinate. I started from my knees and
seized 'the holy Book of God'; but there was nothing there to comfort
me. I paced the room hurriedly, at every step exclaiming, 'What shall
I do?' and yet I knew what to do, but would not do it. Thus the
morning passed away, and trembling with emotion I entered the house of
God. The sermon seemed designed expressly for me. At its close I grew
more agitated. The last hymn was read, and after singing we were to
repair to the water, where one happy being was to follow her blessed
Saviour into a watery grave. Oh, I shall never forget that hymn,--
never, no never. The closing line of each verse seemed as an echo from