--many, too, had the stamp of sin on their brows. That man looked like
a drunken husband; that woman like a cruel mother. Here was a lad who
made his living by stealing; here a girl, who would sink from this to
worse. Not a well-dressed person in the whole place, not a soul who
did not belong to the vast army of the very poor. But for all that,
there was not one in this building who was not getting his heart
stirred, not one who was not having the best of him awakened into at
least a struggling life, and many, many poor and outcast as they
were, had that indescribable look on their worn faces which only
comes with "God's peace."

A man got up to speak. He was pale and thin, and had long, sensitive
fingers. He shut his eyes, clenched his hand, and began:

"Bless thy word, Lord." This he repeated three times.

The people caught it up, they shouted it through the galleries, all
over the building. He waved his hand to stop them, then opening his
eyes, he began:

"I want to tell you about _Jesus_. Jesus is here tonight, He's
down in this hall, He's walking about, He's going from one to another
of you, He's knocking at your hearts. Brothers and sisters, the Lord
Jesus is knocking at your hearts. Oh! I see His face, and 'tis very
pale, 'tis very sad, 'tis all burdened with sadness. What makes it so
sad? _Your sins_, your great, awful _black_ sins. Sometimes
He smiles, and is pleased. When is that? That is when a young girl,
or a boy, or even a little child, opens the door of the heart, and He
can take that heart and make it His own, then the Lord Jesus is
happy. Now, just listen! He is talking to an old woman, she is very