. Christian herald and signs of our times . SPONGES WAITING EXPORT AT NASSAU, N. P., BAHAM. under my fingers grew to be alive. I wasplaying ! Not like any of the great musi-cians, Chopin, or Bach, or Mendelssohn,but playing this way. She stopped,turned to the piano, and ran over the keys,then began: Jesus my all to heaven has goneHe whom 1 fixed my hopes upon. And as she sang, everybody joined in, andsang, and sang! When the last words diedinto silence, Miss Sarah began, Im tak-ing up too much time, but this is what Iwant to say finally: If I, stupid as I was,could learn the piano, there isnt
. Christian herald and signs of our times . SPONGES WAITING EXPORT AT NASSAU, N. P., BAHAM. under my fingers grew to be alive. I wasplaying ! Not like any of the great musi-cians, Chopin, or Bach, or Mendelssohn,but playing this way. She stopped,turned to the piano, and ran over the keys,then began: Jesus my all to heaven has goneHe whom 1 fixed my hopes upon. And as she sang, everybody joined in, andsang, and sang! When the last words diedinto silence, Miss Sarah began, Im tak-ing up too much time, but this is what Iwant to say finally: If I, stupid as I was,could learn the piano, there isnt one hereso stupid that he cant find the way tofaith in Christ. Faiths like piano - play-ing. Its a matter of usin what you have,till it grows and gets holt of you. and youget a holt of it. The one thats got theteentiest bit of faith, like my one, two,three, on the keys, has enough to startwith, and if hell use that, God 11 givehim more. She took her seat. The pastor thought of Lord Tennysons line, aboutthe whole round world bound
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