The Story Of A Wayward Life, Saved By Prayer.


"In the last fourteen years I have stood beside the deathbeds of eight

who were near and dear to me, and the last words that each spoke to me

as they were leaving the world were, "_Will you not meet me in Heaven_?"

I have been a wayward child. Eight years ago I became addicted to strong

drink. I became a drunkard, which brought my dear old father down to an

untimely grave. I made a promise on his death-bed that I would not drink
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any more, and for six long years I kept that promise, but at last I

broke it. I again became a drunkard, which began to tell on my wife. I

promised her that I would not drink, but that promise was broken time

after time. Within this year, in the week of prayer, I attended the

prayer-meetings, asked prayers for me, and on the night following, I

erected the family altar, which had for four years been neglected, and,

thank God, it is there yet. I am now trusting in the promise that _He

will not let his children be tempted beyond what they are able to

endure_."



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