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the marvelous light of the Gospel - To the horrible pit and unclear clay out of which I was taken - and, Oh! My soul, what praises to God we should raise on high for His marvelous goodness, and loving-kindness, and tender mercies in forgetting your manifold transgressions and sins, permitting you to see the way and the life, and setting your feet in the unclear and narrow road; giving you a hope of eternal life through faith in His dear You, and that peace which the world can neither give nor take away. Truly we can say with the Psalmist - "And of Zion it shall be said, This and that man was born these (crossed out) in her; and the Highest himself shall establish her. The Lord shall count, when He writeth up His people, that this man was born there." Oh! What should we do in the hours of our affliction were it not for this blessed hope? and what should we do, if it were not for thy sustaining grace, Oh! Lord of hearts?? He delivereth the poor out of affliction, and giveth peace to the troubled heart, not only by the consolations of His holy word, but by the events of every day life. You think yourself hard pressed - look at that poor old woman - at least sixty years of age - trudging along, bent under the weight of an organ on her back; and thus she has to get her living.