s Rose, I was
longing for you to come. You can tell Aunt Emma."

Miss Rose sat down beside the bed, and laid her hand gently on Emma's
hand. "I wish I was more clever," she said, wistfully. "I wish I
could make you feel how dearly Jesus has always loved you, how He has
wept for you and longed for you, how He has forgiven you all the
neglect and insults you have heaped on Him, and has held out His
arms, beseeching you to come to Him! At this very moment He is
standing at the door, patiently waiting for you to let Him in.
Will you keep Him outside, dear Emma?"

Miss Rose's voice died away, and silence reigned in the darkening
room; the fire fell together and sent up a cheerful flame, Emma Smith
lay thinking,--"Was it really true that He wanted her?" That she had
turned her back on Him, and mocked and insulted Him, she knew, knew
better than anyone else could,--and could He really love her in spite
of all?

Miss Rose's voice broke the silence, singing softly,

"Knocking, knocking, who is there?
Waiting, waiting, oh, how fair!
'Tis a Pilgrim, strange and kingly,
Never such was seen before;
Ah, my soul, for such a wonder
Wilt thou not undo the door?
Knocking, knocking--what, still there?
Waiting, waiting, grand and fair,
Yes, the pierced hand still knocketh,
And beneath the crowned hair
Beam the patient eyes, so tender,
Of the Saviour, waiting there."

Low sobs broke from the poor soul on the bed, sobs of grief and joy
and repentance. "If He really cares--if He is really like that!" she
sobbed. "Oh, I want Him! I do want Him to love and take care of me,
too!"

Miss Rose's arms were round her, her lips were on her brow.
"My dear, He is all that, and more. He will take care of you always,
in this world and the next. He will love you so that you cannot feel
lonely any more. Put your hand in His, put all your troubles off on
His shoulders, trust Him, and follow where He leads you, and nothing
can harm you. Don't be afraid. He will lead you to a home, and love
and happiness such as no one could know in this world, where we are
all so weak and full of faults."

"Home! Will it seem like home?" she asked, timidly.

"I'll soon be at home, over there,
For the end of my journey I see,
Many dear to my heart over there
Are watching and waiting for me,
Over there, over there,
I'll soon be at home over there."