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me out as I was a
stranger in the Monday night meeting. The dear pastor came to me the
first one, for he did not stop to think whether I was an African or what
nation I had come from, but he saw in me a soul, and he wanted to find
out if there was any room for Jesus to live or what I should do with
Jesus, or what should I do for Him, who had done so much for me; and
my poor heart was ready and waiting for some one to come to its rescue.
It was then and there that I yielded my life and my all to the one that
can save to the uttermost all that come unto Him by the Lord Jesus
Christ.

I followed my Lord and Master in the Jordan in the year of our Lord
1866, and those sweet moments have never left me once. As the years
go by they seem to be the more sweet to my sinful soul, and I am trying
to wing my way to these bright mansions above, where I shall meet
those dear ones who have gone before.
I have had some of the darkest days of my life while on this voyage of
life, but when it is dark Jesus says, "Peace, be still and fear not, for I
will pilot thee."
And then my heart can sing:
"Jesus, Saviour, pilot me Over life's tempestuous sea, Unknown waves
before me roll, Hiding rocks and treacherous shoals. Chart and compass
come from Thee, Jesus, Saviour, pilot me."
I know that He has led me through paths seen and unseen and has been
my pilot, for we have been called to pass through many a dark trial, but
God has been able for it all.
My dear mother had four of her children called home to heaven within
a short time. Some of them left her for the land of love in the same
month, and there seemed like nothing but God's displeasure on us, but
it was God's love to us, for we know that they are safe from all harm
and danger in this world of sin and distress. Some of them I never saw
more after landing in this city, but I shall see them and know them
when I shall have fought the blessed battle on this side, and the victory
shall be on the Lord's side. Then I can sing with the angels above:
"Crown Him, Crown Him, angels. Crown Him, Crown Him, King of
Kings. Crown Him, Crown Him, angels. Crown Him, Crown Him,
Crown the Saviour King of Kings."
What joy there will be to crown Him as our Heavenly King and to
know that we are the inhabitants of that kingdom.
CHAPTER III

I was baptized by the Rev. David Moore, the pastor of the Washington
Avenue Church, who is one of the best beloved ones on this earth, for
he never overlooked me in the time that my soul needed the Lord Jesus
Christ to save me from my sins and make me a child of the King, which
makes me what I am to day. I bless God that he ever put it in my dear
mother's mind to come to this place, for she was not a Christian, and
the heaviest burden that I have carried was praying for one that was the
head of the great family where she should have been a leader of her
dear ones to the Lamb of God, that taketh away the sins of the world.
But God be praised for a little one to lead so many, for of all the people
of mothers there was not one that knew of this love of God, and how
many were the souls given for me to work for. I told my mother that I
had found Jesus and was going to follow Him. She said. "My child, you
are too young. I am afraid that you will not hold out." And I said,
"Mother, if I should look to myself I should fail, but I look to Jesus. I
have given my life and He can hold me in the power of His might and
can keep me from failing; so I can not go against your will, but I must
follow Him, for you know how He has saved me from sickness so
many times, and now the time has come for me to pay my vows unto
Him for making me His own." I went forward in the way that He
marked out for me and then to pray that she might be saved.
My grandma was almost one hundred years old, and when she heard
that the Lord had saved me and that I was