“Other refuge have I none,
    Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
  Leave, oh, leave me not alone,
    Still support and comfort me: 
  All my trust on Thee is stayed,
    All my help from Thee I bring;
  Cover my defenceless head
    With the shadow of Thy wing.”

Palko believed and felt that his Lord was there, and the lady sang on: 

  “Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
    More than all in Thee I find;
  Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
    Heal the sick and lead the blind: 
  Just and holy is Thy name,
    I am all unrighteousness;
  Vile and full of sin I am,
    Thou art full of truth and grace.

  “Plenteous grace with Thee is found—­
    Grace to cover all my sin;
  Let the healing streams abound,
    Make and keep me pure within;
  Thou of life the fountain art,
    Freely let me take of Thee;
  Spring Thou up within my heart,
    Rise to all eternity.”

The song concluded.  A silence followed during which the lady turned her look away from the window and fastened it upon the face of the man who bent over her.

“Mary, dear, my golden darling, do you not recognize me?” asked the trembling lips of the man, so tenderly, as only a good father can speak to his only child.  For a moment the beautiful eyes of the lady fastened themselves on the man’s eyes.  The doctor entering the room at that moment, with a quick movement of his hand tried to hinder this critical situation, but it was too late.  The lady’s pale face glowed suddenly, as after the dark night the day breaks over the mountains.

“My father!  Oh, my father!”

She sat up, stretched out her arms and would have sunk back, had not her father’s arms clasped her; her head was resting on his breast, her arms twined around his neck, and the lady clung closely to him like a little chick pursued by the hawk, when the hen spreads over it her protecting wings.

“Did you come?  Did you forgive?  Do you love?  Oh, at home, home!  No more in a strange land.  I am not fleeing any more—­the Lord Jesus was merciful, He received me....  Now I can die!” Thus whispered the lady, crying softly, returning her father’s kisses.

“Indeed not!  Who would die now?” the doctor interrupted at this tender moment.  “You haven’t even shown Ondrejko to your father, and the poor boy can hardly wait any longer.”  It was as if a new life had been poured into her.

“My Ondrejko!” She stretched out her hand to the boy, still crouching beside her.  “Just look!  Grandfather has come, and you don’t have to beg him any more.  Just welcome him!”

Ondrejko found himself in the arms of his grandfather and was very surprised.  He had expected to see an old man with a gray beard, but grandfather was without beard and still quite young and handsome.  The boy felt, what he had never known before, what a joy it is to be kissed and hugged by a father.  His saddened heart rejoiced, and he was filled with a feeling of protection and safety.