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'I am glad,' and I, o see you so well employed It is a good sign, William.'
'Yes, Massa n that God is goot to me; but me never goot to God.'
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'Me never tank him enough: me never pray to him enough, me enough, who give me all his goot tings. Massa, me afraid my heart is very bat.
Me w he was like you.'
'Like m, William? Why, you are like me, a poor helpless sinner; that must, like yourself, perish in his sins, unless God of his infinite mercy and grace, pluck him as a brand from the burning, and make him an instance of distinguishing love and favor. There is no difference re have both came short of the glory of God; all have sinned.'
'No, me not like you Massa; me tink nobody like ne, nobody feel such a heart as me.'
'Yes, William, your feelings, I am persuaded, are like those of every truly convinced soul, who sees the exceeding sinfulness of sin, and the greatness of the price which Christ Jesus paid for the sinner's ransom. You can say in the words of the hymn.
I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me.'
'O yes, Sir, me believe that Jesus die for poor Negro. What would become of poor wicked Negro, if Christ no die for him. But he die for the chief of sinners, and dat make my heart sometime quiet glad.'
'What part of the Bible were you reading, William?'
'Me read how de man upon the cross spoke to Christ, and Christ spoke to him. Now dat man's prayer just do for me. 'Lord remember me.' Lord, remember poor Negro sinner; this is my prayer every morning, and sometime at night too; when we cannot tink of many words then me say the same again, Lord remember poor Negro sinner.'
