Bertha and Her Baptism | Page 4

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"He who can dash whole worlds to death, And make them when he
please, He speaks, and that Almighty breath Fulfils his promises.
"His very word of grace is strong As that which built the skies: The
voice that rolls the stars along Speaks all the promises.
"He said, 'Let the wide heavens be spread;' And heaven was stretched
abroad. 'Abra'am, I'll be thy God,' he said; And he was Abra'am's God.
"O, might I hear thy heavenly tongue But whisper, 'Thou art mine!'
Those gentle words should raise my song To notes almost divine.
"How would my leaping heart rejoice, And think my heaven secure! I
trust the all-creating voice, And faith desires no more."
Pastor. What a happy man Abraham must have been when the
Almighty made this engagement and promise: "I will be a God to
thee!" That was the "Abrahamic covenant," in part.
"Does covenant mean that?" said Mrs. B.
"What?" I inquired.
"Why, sir, what you have just said,--engagement, promise?"
"Nothing more," said I. "But what a happy man, I say, Abraham must
have been! 'A God to thee!' To have the Almighty say to one, 'I will be
a God to thee!' You know that this is everything."
"That is a fact," said Mr. B., wiping his eyes; "for, when I went to my
store, the morning after I became a Christian, I went along the street,
saying to myself, 'Now I have a God. God is God to me. Thou art my
God.'

"Yes," said his wife; "Deacon B., the post-master, heard you, as you
went by his side-window, and he made an excuse to bring me up a
paper, that forenoon, and asked whether you had not met with a change
in your feelings on the subject of religion."
"Did he?" said Mr. B. "Well, I did not mean to be heard, and yet I was
willing that everybody should know how happy I was in having one
whom I could call my God. How I had lived so long without God for
my God, amazed me."
Pastor. You make me think of a man who, one night, on reaching his
house, after having attended a lecture in a school-room, was filled with
such surprising views and feelings, with respect to the greatness and
goodness of God, that he saddled his horse, rode three miles, waked up
the minister, and, as he came to the door, took hold of each arm, and
said, "O, my dear sir, what a God we've got!" He would not go in, but
soon hastened back. It was the substance of all that he wished to say; he
desired to pour out his soul to some one who would understand him. He
was like a thirsty land when at last the great rain is descending.
Mr. B. I suppose many people would have thought him crazy.
"I suspect the minister did, at first," said Mrs. B.
"And yet I suppose," said I, "he was never more rational. Just think
what it is for a poor sinner all at once to feel that the eternal God is his;
that He will be a God to him! We hear of some people dying at the
receipt of good news; and I have seen some so happy at this experience,
of having a God to love and to love them, that, if the thing itself did not,
as it always does, bring peace and inward strength with it, nature could
not have sustained it."
"Joy unspeakable," said Mr. B. "And full of glory," said his wife,
waiting a moment for him to finish the quotation.
"Now, my dear friends," said I, "that man on horseback, at his
minister's door at midnight, had, at that moment, the first part of what is
meant by the 'Abrahamic covenant.' How little way do these words go

toward expressing the thing itself, and a man's feelings under it! There
was a time when God made Abraham far more happy even than he did
you on your way to the post-office that morning."
Helen came along, just then, with a fruit-basket of apples, and I said to
her, as she was going round with them, "Say again that verse in your
hymn, which has these words in it, 'Thou art mine.'"
So, while Mr. B. was paring his apple, Helen stood before him, and
said:
"O, might I hear thy heavenly tongue But whisper, 'Thou art mine!'
Those gentle words should raise my song To notes almost divine."
Mr. B. put his apple and knife down, and took his red bandanna
handkerchief from under his plate, and, wiping his eyes, said:
"Hymns always make me feel a good deal, especially Watts's. I've read
that hymn in meeting before the exercises began."
Pastor. You know, by happy