In the 85th Psalm. the Psalmist asked -- "Wilt Thou not revive us again: that Thy people may rejoice in Thee?" I trust that this testimony of the author of the hymn, "Revive Us Again", by Dr. William P. Mackay will be a blessing and encouragement to your heart as it has mine.
"My dear Mother had been a godly, pious woman, quite often telling me of the Saviour, and many times I had been a witness to her wrestling in prayer for my souls salvation. But nothing had made a deep impression on me. The older I grew, the more wicked I became. One day a seriously injured laborer was brought into the hospital. The case was hopeless. He seemed to realize his condition, for he was fully conscious, and asked me how long he would last. I gave him my opinion in as cautious a manner as I could. 'Have you any relatives we could notify'? I continued. The patient shook his head. His only wish was to see his landlady, because he owed her a small sum, and also wished to bid her farewell. He also requested his landlady send him, 'The Book. . . I went to see him on my regular visits at least once a day. What struck me most was the quiet, almost happy expression constantly on his face. After the man died, some things about the deceased affairs were to be attended to in my presence. 'What shall we do with this'? asked the nurse, holding up a book in her hand. 'What kind of book is it'? I asked. The Bible of the poor man: As long as he was able to read it, he did so, and when he was unable to do so anymore, he kept it under his bed cover. I took the Bible, and ----- could I trust my eyes? It was my own Bible!! The Bible which my Mother had given me when I left my parents' home, and which later, when short of money, I sold for a small amount. My name was still in it, written in my Mother's hand. With a deep sense of shame I looked upon the precious Book. It had given comfort and refreshing to the unfortunate man in his last hours. It had been a guide to him into eternal life, so that he had been enabled to die in peace and happiness. And this Book, the last gift of my Mother, I had actually sold for a ridiculous price . . . . Be it sufficient to say that the regained possession of my Bible was the cause of my conversion!
"We praise Thee, O God, for the Son of Thy love, for Jesus, who died and is now gone above. We praise Thee, O God, for Thy Spirit of Light, who has shown us our Saviour and scattered our night. All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain, who has borne all our sins and has cleansed every stain. Revive us again; fill each heart with Thy love; may each soul be rekindled with fire from above. Hallelujah! Thine the glory! Hallelujah! Amen! Hallelujah! Thine the glory! Revive us again."
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