then she glanced at the caravan standing at her garden gate, and gave a
look of compassion at the poor thin woman, whose cough from time to time
was so distressing. Then, as was her custom, she began to sing as she
worked; she had a clear, sweet voice, and the sick woman and her child
listened.

The words of her song were these:

'Jesus, I Thy face am seeking,
Early will I turn to Thee;
Words of love Thy voice is speaking:
"Come, come to Me.

'"Come to Me when life is dawning,
I thy dearest Friend would be;
In the sunshine of the morning,
Come, come to Me.

'"Come to Me--oh, do believe Me!
I have shed My blood for thee;
I am waiting to receive thee,
Come, come to Me."

'Lord, I come without delaying,
To Thine arms at once I flee,
Lest no more I hear Thee saying,
"Come, come to Me."'

When she had finished singing, all was quite still again; there was hardly
a sound except the pattering of the little feet on the garden path. But