John’s steps were turning that way, when one of the Shining Ones, who had watched him all day, came nearer and took his hand.  He felt no touch; but at that moment there darted into his soul a thought of his mother, long dead, and he stopped irresolute, then turned to walk another way.  The hand that was guiding him led him to turn a corner, and his curiosity was excited by a stream of people who seemed to be pressing into a building.  A distant sound of singing was heard as he drew nearer, and soon he found himself passing with the multitude into a great prayer-meeting.  The music grew more distinct as he went in.  A man was singing in clear, penetrating tones: 

“What means this eager, anxious throng,
Which moves with busy haste along;
These wondrous gatherings day by day;
What means this strange commotion, say? 
In accents hushed the throng reply,
‘Jesus of Nazareth passeth by!’”

John had but a vague idea of religion, yet something in the singing affected him; and, weary and footsore and heartsore as he was, he sank into a seat and listened with absorbed attention: 

“Jesus! ’tis he who once below
Man’s pathway trod in toil and woe;
And burdened ones where’er he came
Brought out their sick and deaf and lame. 
The blind rejoiced to hear the cry,
‘Jesus of Nazareth passeth by!’

“Ho, all ye heavy-laden, come! 
Here’s pardon, comfort, rest, and home. 
Ye wanderers from a Father’s face,
Return, accept his proffered grace. 
Ye tempted ones, there’s refuge nigh—­
‘Jesus of Nazareth passeth by!’”

A plain man, who spoke the language of plain working-men, now arose and read from his Bible the words which the angel of old spoke to the shepherds of Bethlehem: 

“Fear not, for behold, I bring you tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people, for unto you is born this day a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.”

The man went on to speak of this with an intense practical earnestness that soon made John feel as if he, individually, were being talked to; and the purport of the speech was this:  that God had sent to him, John Morley, a Saviour to save him from his sins, to lift him above his weakness, to help him overcome his bad habits; that His name was called Jesus, because he shall save his people from their sins.  John listened with a strange new thrill.  This was what he needed—­a Friend, all-powerful, all-pitiful, who would undertake for him and help him to overcome himself—­for he sorely felt how weak he was.  Here was a Friend that could have compassion on the ignorant and them that were out of the way.  The thought brought tears to his eyes and a glow of hope to his heart.  What if He would help him? for deep down in John’s heart, worse than cold or hunger or weariness, was the dreadful conviction that he was a doomed man, that he should drink again as he had drunk, and never come to good, but fall lower and lower, and drag all who loved him down with him.