Paula the Waldensian - Eva Lecomte

To heal, to strengthen, and provide,
For those who trust in Him Who died.
'Who died,' I say?--Yea, He Who rose
Triumphant, Conqueror of His foes!
"Who is this priestly Angel bright,
Who thus dispels our darkest night?
'Tis He who sets the captive free,
Jesus Who died on Calvary's tree;
Who is, Who was, and is to come--
The glory of His Father's Home!
"Well," said Paula softly as the last note died away, "I've prayed much
for my dear uncle that he might be saved."
"And God will hear and answer you, my dear, according to the scripture
I've just quoted. Let me tell you something. Your uncle came here to see me
a few days ago, and I believe he is not far from the Kingdom of God!"
"Oh," cried Paula, "I would give everything to see him truly saved!"
Never had I seen Paula so happy as when we entered the little old
evangelical church in the Rue San Eloi.
We had had the natural timidity of new-comers, and had feared more
than anything else that battery of eyes which would surely be turned on us at
our entrance. It was therefore a great relief to find that the meeting had
already begun, and an empty pew well toward the back that held us all,
seemed to beckon to us with a sort of mute welcome.
Hardly were we seated when I noticed Paula (who had of course been
accustomed to church-going at her old home in the valley) had kneeled, and
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