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All is Well.
"All things work together for good to them that love God." Rom. viii. 28.
THROUGH the love of God our Saviour,
Free and changeless is his favour;
Precious is the blood that healed us,
Perfect is the grace that sealed us,
Strong the hand stretched forth to shield us, All must be well.
Though we pass through tribulation,
Ours is such a full salvation,
All, all is well.
Happy, still in God confiding,
Holy, through the Spirit's guiding,
We expect a bright to-morrow;
All will be well.
Faith can sing, through days of sorrow, "All, all is well."
On our Father's love relying,
Or in living, or in dying,
MRS. M― was an aged woman. For eighty-four years God had spared her, though she was an impenitent, hardened sinner. Pious parents from her birth had commended her in faith to God, and with their dying breath prayed that she might meet them in heaven.
Early in life she had imbibed skeptical notions, which she loved to avow. She read her Bible to find difficulties and make objections. When personally addressed on the subject of religion, she would adroitly turn the conversation to disputed topics, and claim that she could not understand the doctrines of grace. Thus she lived with no fear of God before her eyes, and with no interest in his written and preached word, except as it furnished her with materials for argument and cavilling. Her faculties were unimpaired by age, her mind clear; and, but for her repugnance to religion, her society was agreeable.
Two successive ministers of the congregation to which her family belonged declared her to be the
most hopeless individual for whom they laboured. They did not, however, neglect her. Often was her pastor found talking pointedly with her until she proposed an argument, when he would read an appropriate portion of Scripture, then pray with her, and go his way. He sometimes despaired of being at all useful to her, but was encouraged when he reflected that her parents had been faithful, that God's people were praying for her conversion, that many texts of Scripture were in her memory, and that one of her household was daily setting her a godly example.
One day, as usual, he called upon her. She seemed the same woman as ever-no penitence, no softness. She remarked, "I can't see anything wrong in what Christians call sin. I see evil in ugliness and the like; but some very good people are always talking about their sins. I can't tell what they mean." The Scripture statements respecting the guilt of disobeying God were held up to view, and sin was described to her as "any want of conformity unto, or transgression of, the law of God."
"Well, if there is such a thing as religion, I should not object to have it."
"Do you doubt, then, that there is such a thing as religion?"
"I never saw anybody different after, from what they were before, they professed to be converted."
"Indeed! that is strange; though much younger than you, I think I have seen many. Is not your son L a different person from what he once was? Does he not give evidence of a great change?"
"I can't see that he does. He always was a good boy before he was pious, and he is a good son now."
"Do you not feel that you yourself need to be changed in order to meet an infinitely holy God ?" "No, I don't know as I do. I never have done any sin."
After a pause the pastor read a few verses of Scripture, and committed her to God in prayer.
Ten days afterwards he visited her again. But to his surprise he seemed to find a woman as different from Mrs. M— as it is possible to conceive. It was Mrs. Mas far as form was concerned, but with a subdued expression of countenance wonderful to behold. God's Holy Spirit had descended upon her, and was powerfully convincing her of sin, of righteousness, and of judgment. She was bathed in tears, and with sobbing and cries for mercy was begging God to pardon "the chief of sinners." Her pastor sought to comfort her, but she refused his con