"And we here--the few of us out of this huge city gathered together
here--it is not too late for us. Let us surrender ourselves. Let us
go to Him and say that we are His, that we await His coming and obey
His law . . . Brothers and sisters, I am as you are, weak and
helpless and full of sin, but come to Him, come to Him, come to Him!
. . . There is help for us all, help and pity and love. Love such as
none of us have ever known, love that cannot fail us and will be
with us until eternity!"
He stepped out from behind the desk, stood before them all with his
little stunted, twisted body, his arms held out towards them. There
followed then an extraordinary scene--from all over the Chapel came
sobs and cries. A man rose suddenly from the back of the building
and cried aloud, "Lord, I believe! Help Thou mine unbelief." One of
the women who had come with Miss Avies fell upon her knees and began
to sob, crying hysterically: "Oh God, have mercy! God have mercy!"
Women pressed up the two aisles, some of them falling on their knees
there where they had stood, others coming to the front and kneeling
there.
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