13 'How so?' 'Me never tank him enough : me never pray him enough; me never remember enough who give me all dese goot tings. Massa, me afraid,i my heart is very bat. Me wish me was like you.' Like me, William ? why, you are like me, a poor helpless sinner; that must, like yourself, pe- sh 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 favour. There is no difference ; we have both come short of the glory of God ; all have sinned.' ‘No, me not like you, Massa ; me tink nobody like me, 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 great- ess 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 d:ed 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 quite glad.’ ‘ What part of the Bible were you reading?' ‘ 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 me cannot tink of many words, then me say the same again, Lord, remember poor Negro sinner.’
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