lowed presence, and as she went on I felt she had got hold of God;
it seemed like the rustling of wings, and Sister Scott cried out,
"O, Lord Jesus, Thou art here." And He was; I saw Him; He
came in at the door; it was open. O, can I describe Him, the
lovely, beautiful Jesus! He seemed to stand about six feet high;
loose flowing purple robe; His hair and beard as white as wool; His
beautiful beard covered His breast to his waist; His face was
indescribably lovely! O, it almost takes my breath as I see it all
over! He came and stood by my side. He spoke not a word, but
it was all in the expression of His lovely face. He seemed to say,
"Now look at me; will that satisfy you?" I cried out, "Yes,
Lord Jesus," and threw out my arms to embrace Him, but He
vanished out of my sight. O, the glory of that hour I shall never
forget, and as I think of the amazing condescension of God the
Father to grant such a petition to so poor a worm as I, it seemed
it would break my very heart!
" He saved me from my lost estate,
His loving kindness, O, how great!"
And now, like Job, I am willing to wait all the days of my
appointed time till my change comes; and I shall go to be with
Him and gaze on Him forever and forever.
Another time He manifested Himself in this wise: I had
read somewhere in the Song of Solomon of my beloved being
among the spices, and it seemed to me His presence was so con¬
sciously near that I felt as though a person was walking by my
side. My heart was running over with love to Him as He talked
with me of many things, and at times I would look around to see
If I really could see Him; but no, I saw no one. One morning as
I sat by the window thinking of Him and His great love to me, I
raised my eyes, and as I looked through the Venetian blind I
seemed to see His lovely face peering through the blinds at me,
and I cried out, "O, He looketh through the lattice at me; my
heart is sick of love! "
" He satisfieth the longing soul, and filleth the hungry soul
with goodness." 107th Psalm, ninth verse.
One night after much prayer I went to bed and soon fell into
a doze of sleep. There seemed to be laid on my breast a beautiful
white marble cross. It was cold. As the cross had pressed my
forehead I felt the coldness, and the weight of it pressing me.