""I love to tell the story Of unseen things above, Of Jesus and his glory, Of Jesus and his love.
I love to tell the story, Because I know it"s true: It satisfies my longings As nothing else can do.
"I love to tell the story: "Twill be my theme in glory, To tell the old, old story, Of Jesus and his love.
"I love to tell the story: More wonderful it seems, Than all the golden fancies Of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the story, It did so much for me; And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee.
"I love to tell the story; "Tis pleasant to repeat What seems, each time I tell it, More wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story, For some have never heard The message of salvation From G.o.d"s own Holy Word.
"I love to tell the story; For those who know it best, Seem hungering and thirsting To hear it like the rest.
And when in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song, "Twill be the old, old story, That I have loved so long.""
The last note died away, and for a moment there was silence in the room.
Edward lay gazing into his wife"s eyes with a look of sad, yearning tenderness.
"O Ned! why, why do you look so at me?" she asked, with a sudden burst of tears, and dropping her face on the pillow beside his. He had been holding her hand while she sang; he kept it still, and, laying his other one gently on her head, "Zoe, my darling," he said, in tones tremulous with emotion, "it is the one longing desire of my heart that you may learn the full sweetness of that old, old story. O love! sometimes the thought, "What if my precious wife should miss heaven, and our union be only for time, and not for eternity," sends so keen a pang to my heart, that I know not how to endure it."
"O Ned! surely I shall not miss it," she said, with a sob: "my father and mother were such good Christians; and you, my own husband, are so good too."
"Ah, my darling!" he sighed, "that hope is but as a spider"s web. Do you not remember that pa.s.sage in Ezekiel, "Though these three men, Noah, Daniel, and Job, were in it, they should deliver but their own souls by their righteousness, saith the Lord G.o.d"? And it is repeated again and again, "Though Noah, Daniel, and Job, were in it, as I live, saith the Lord G.o.d, they shall deliver neither son nor daughter; they shall but deliver their own souls by their righteousness." Zoe, dear, no righteousness but the imputed righteousness of Christ can save the soul from death. He offers it to you, love; and will you continue to reject it?"
"Ned," she sobbed, "I wish I had it: I often think I would be a Christian if I only knew how, but I don"t."
"Do you not?" he asked, in some surprise. "I will try to make it plain.
Jesus offers you a full and free salvation, purchased by what he has done and suffered in your stead, that "G.o.d might be just, and yet the justifier of him who believeth in Jesus."
""Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved."
"He bids you come to him, and says, "Him that cometh to me, I will in no wise cast out.""
"But how shall I come?" she asked. "Tell me just how."
"How do you come to me, love, when you feel that you have displeased me, and want to be reconciled?"
"Oh! you know I just come and acknowledge that I"ve been hateful and cross, and say how sorry I am, and that I don"t mean to behave so any more, and ask you to forgive and love me; and, dear Ned, you are always so willing and ready to do that, you hardly wait till I"ve said my say, before you put your arms round me, and hug and kiss me, and it"s all right between us."
"Yes, dearest; and G.o.d, our heavenly Father, is far more ready to receive and forgive us when we turn to him with sorrow for our sins, confessing them and pleading for pardon in the name, and for the sake, of his dear Son, our Saviour," "I"m afraid I don"t feel half so sorry as I ought."
"Who of us does? but we are not to wait for that. We must come to him, to be shown the evil of our natures, the sinfulness of our lives.
""Him hath G.o.d exalted with his right hand to be a Prince and a Saviour, for to give repentance to Israel, and forgiveness of sins.""
"But how am I to make myself believe?" she asked.
""By grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of G.o.d." So you see, we have to go to Jesus for it all,--for repentance, for faith, for salvation from the guilt and love of sin, and from eternal death.
"The plan of salvation is very simple,--its very simplicity seems to stumble many; they don"t know how to believe that it is offered them as a free gift; they think they must do something to merit it; but it cannot be bought, it is "without money and without price." "Whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely," Come to Jesus, dear one; come now, for only the present moment is yours; delay is most dangerous, for the invitation may be withdrawn at any time."
"If I could only see him! If I could hear his voice!" she sighed.
"That you cannot; yet you know I am not nearer to you, or more willing to hear a pet.i.tion from you, than he is."
At that moment a well-known step was heard in the hall without; and as Zoe rose hastily, wiping her eyes, Arthur tapped at the door.
CHAPTER VIII.
"I bless thee for kind looks and words Showered on my path like dew, For all the love in those deep eyes, A gladness ever new."
--MRS. HEMANS.
A week had pa.s.sed since Edward"s accident; and he now exchanged his bed, during the day, for an easy-chair.
He and Zoe had just finished taking their breakfast together in her boudoir when a servant came in with the mail.
There were letters from Viamede,--one for Edward from his mother, one for Zoe from Betty Johnson.
Both brought the unwelcome tidings that little Grace Raymond and Violet"s babe were very ill with scarlet-fever.
Edward read aloud his mother"s announcement of the fact. "Yes," said Zoe. "Betty tells me the same thing. O Ned! how sorry I am for poor Vi!
It would be hard enough for her if she had the captain with her, to help bear the burden and responsibility, and to share in her grief if they should die."
"Yes, it is hard for her; and I am glad she has mamma and grandpa and grandma with her. Mamma says d.i.c.k Percival is attending the children, and there is talk of telegraphing for Arthur.
"Ah," glancing from the window, "here he comes! He will perhaps bring us later news."
Arthur did so: the children were worse than at the date of the letters.
He had just received his summons, and would obey it immediately, taking the next train; had called to tell them, and see how Edward was.
"Almost entirely recovered, tell my mother," Edward said, in reply to the query; "and you needn"t go feeling any anxiety in regard to this one of your patients," he added playfully.
"I leave him in your care, Zoe," said Arthur; "and, if he does not do well, I shall hold you responsible."
"Then you must lay your commands upon him to obey my orders," she said, with a merry glance from one to the other.
"Would that be any thing new in his experience?" asked the doctor with mock gravity.
"It won"t do to question us too closely," returned Zoe, coloring and laughing.
"She is a very good little wife, and tolerably obedient," laughed Edward. "Really, would you believe it? she told me once she actually enjoyed obeying--under certain circ.u.mstances; and so, I suppose, should I. Zoe, you mustn"t be too hard on me."
"Oh! I intend to be very strict in seeing the doctor"s orders carried out," she said; "and I expect to enjoy my brief authority immensely."
Dr. Conly took leave almost immediately, for he had no time to spare; and the reading of the letters was resumed.
Betty"s was a long one, giving a full account, from her point of view, of the contest between Mr. Dinsmore and Lulu Raymond in regard to her refusal to take music-lessons of Signor Foresti after he had struck her.